Yield-People Under The Stairs
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Yield - People Under The Stairs
Yo up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
No I heard in the beat boys suit going insane
And were the payback was none to go way back
And every single session times up
What are ya'll guessin'
And on the count of four
You will bring down your trucks and billboard
Process board and you got me real bored and I'm ignore
Settle the score silently provoke my thoughts violently
Knock you and watch you walk with me
Follow me and you will find out quick
And what makes the mother nature rise
While I spit so sick
'Cause he spit so sick
Past the cops drive vocal cords and getting kinda sore
From yelling and mic checking
Bill in and mic wrecking
Shout bravo
Pump up your fist and shove it up
Hit the person on your left to select and turned it up
I'm burning up the soul in on this game
I got it fold
Like I'm here fo' take it over here
And you lovin' it
And I'm touching it ni**a and hands on the sinner
Burn up your little lab and push you to the beginner
And hiphop ain't for everybody put your hands up
Until I say so
Me and my popsi on the hunt burning pencils and get rosed
Get me a pound and I make you my man
Break a one nine and a half with rhymes in the bag
Bubbles and champagne ho' in the news confrence
I bought my f**k you rap campaign and ya'll can't hang
So get me the rope
Till the pile of more drops until the city of d**e
And you don't stop
The east coast yo
And you don't stop
To the dirty south yo
And you don't stop
To the mid west yo
And you don't stop
To the U K yo
You don't you don't you don't you don't
You don't you don't
Aw ya'll we do stand keep
Double can't bless one and bless one for the seed
Mouse trap and get caught up for the cheese
Cool cats droping sh*t on the litre begging seeds
Digging deep these days
Trying the best to survive
Living life to the sign of the rap
And 9'o five
Got the four one K for my M P C
Trying KK rap the cut and kids pace
And say the people making name for themselves
Long time ago
Rock this sh*t the show the time while along ago
This rhyme I would like to say I'm kinda pissed
Read in your white list
And wait to see it in your zip disk
See I rather risk catching a fistAnd hold it to my tounge
Boy cut the album 'casue the beat don't run
Rock bubble gum white tracking on the one
Let the engine run pack up the show follow the sun
The two man band are two lanes roads and ain't dumb
Playing shows just chilling air and laying low
Coming out of nowhere like a domic volcano
With the hot shizzle save you pop sh*t for the lable
Yo so how do you hiphop dudes get set
Going back to the street and plug it in
And LA shut it down
Start a revolution in your town and it's going down
The P's coming back to your town
And you don't stop
The east coast yo
And you don't stop
To the dirty south yo
And you don't stop
To the mid west yo
And you don't stop
To the U K yo
And you don't stop
And in the mother lane
And you don't stop
To the back to the west coast yo
And you don't stop
The west coast yo
And you don't stop
To the east coast yo
And you don't stop
To the dirty south
And you don't stop
To the mid west yo
And you don't stop
And the U K
And you don't stop on time repeat
And you don't stop one time to see repeat it yeah
Don't stop don't stop don't stop don't stop don't stop
Stop don't stop