Текст песни Earth Travelers - People Under the Stairs
There′s
no
better
way
to
start
your
day
then
this
Checking
out
the
supreme
two,
recover
the
blitz
That
was
once
in
hip-hop,
but
lately,
this
shit's
cheap
Every
man
sound
like
another
look-a-like
in
the
street
And
that′s
bad,
that
ain't
nothing
to
brag
and
boast
about
Get
on
TV,
fake
the
funk,
and
show
out
Ay-yo,
that's
high
school
shit,
niggas
need
to
present
Something
like
this,
hanging
with
the
purpose
of
kicks
Back
hands
and
fly
rhymes,
and
Thes
with
the
loops
Something
lovely
for
the
troop,
in
a
jeep
or
a
coupe
′Cause
its
universe-atile,
you
know
the
way
it
was
When
everybody
enjoy
the
body
rock
in
the
clubs
But,
yo,
nowadays,
it′s
either
this
or
it's
that
I
rather
diss
real
quick
with
a
baseball
bat
The
hat
stays
to
the
back,
and
the
sack
steady
burned
The
way
cool
West
rocker
with
stripes
to
earn
Not
the
tape
you
claim,
that
ain′t
the
game
I
play
In
the
cut,
I
lay
twats
and
study
day-to-day
The
masters
of
the
cere-
taking
care
of
the
crowd
I
get
cheers
when
I'm
moving,
if-
yo,
if
not,
they′re
booing
It
don't
matter,
I
still
do
it,
strike
harder
than
first
Put
everything
I
been
thinking
into
one
long
verse
Without
a
curse,
without
the
bullshit,
running
it
down
They
way
I
do
it
kinda
spooks,
spread
it
over
your
town
For
these
Starbuck-niggas
running
up
to
the
mic
They
don′t
excite,
they
bite,
going
against
the
rules
Like
it's
nothing,
but
it's
day
is
coming
And
one
time,
me
and
Thes′ll
be,
like,
here...
laughing
and
shit...
Don′t
pass
it
up...
Yo,
I
roughly
rearrange,
connect
text
through
context,
to
set
a
frame
(Alright...)
I
allow
my
lyrical
campaign
through
vocal
grain
With
well-trained
thoughts,
I
spot
stains
in
the
fabric
of
time
With
the
magic
of
mind,
I
fabricate
rhyme
connections
Then
harvest
pop
culture
with
old
record
collections
With
soul
in
our
ears,
we
hear
loops
they
can't
And
free
the
lost
rhythms
of
indigenous
chants
We
hip-hop
enhanced
like
banging
on
lunch
tables
Ransacking
Radio
Shack
for
RCA
cables
Hats
with
your
name
sown
on
at
the
Swap
Yo,
it′s
all
in
our
blood,
pulled
out
through
red
drops
Until
we
stop,
we
claim
a
separation
that
always
has
been
Since
when
Hard
Bop
broke
from
Cool
Jazz
From
the
West
and
manifest
the
style
like
Hampton
Hawes
As
yet,
Thes
rap-like
Gods
and
show
flaws
on
others
I
went
from
pa's
loop
tapes
to
twenty-four
crates
Discovered:
history
repeats,
so
I
looped
beats
Collect
loot
on
the
streets,
keep
the
people
out
of
their
seats
At
shows
with
the
long-handed
flows
of
polysyllabic
prose
And
No-Doze,
administered
no
sleep
Yo,
we
come
from
the
Sunset,
and
that
packs
heat
You
see,
the
style
is
westerly,
like
the
winds
of
change
You
see,
this
style
packs
heat
like
things
cooked
on
a
range
You
see,
this
range
is
cultural
spare
change
that′s
forgot
Thes-One'll
keep
the
art
form
hot...
Dedicated...
to...
every
forgotten
crew
Dedicated...
to...
all
those
Los
Angeles
crews
Dedicated...
to...
all
the
DJs...
still
doing
it
from
back
in
the
day
Dedicated
to
South
Bronx...
Look
where
we
at
now,
y′all...
Dedicated...
To
L.A.
(repeated
on
double
delay)
To
find
out
where
you
fit
in,
call
your
recreation
office
and
get
behind
the
act.
Just
for
the
fun
of
it!
Who
knows?
Inside
you,
there
may
be
a
masterpiece!
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1 Electric Laddy
2 King Kuff
3 43 Labels I Like
4 Code Check
5 Get Drunk
6 Blowin Wax
7 Intro
8 Crazy Live
9 Youth Explosion
10 Suite for Creeper
11 Sterns to Western
12 Give Love a Chance
13 Stoned Youth Truth
14 Yehaw Partystyles
15 E Business
16 Zignaflyinblow
17 July 3rd
18 Stay Home
19 Earth Travelers
20 The Cat
21 We'll Be There
22 Fredly Advice
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