People Under The Stairs

Hey, microphone testing
Testing you playin' politician
You Martin Sheen on the West Wing
Guessing the best thing for me to do is spit it

This shit is never a gimmick you listen you listen
more than a minute of it
I've been spitting flows since a kid was six years old
And if you listen close I'll do this like some mismatched clothes
It's whatever put in together

You never could be this clever, I'm rockin the mic forever
You gonna stop me never
I'm cocky because I love it, you Rocky without the punches
Hockey without the ice and boxes without the lunches
Flowing like me, no one and that got you mad, bitch
So your boys are nothing but just air, rich

I ain't tellin nobody how they should live they life
I got my own shit to deal with, so that just isn't right
I'm just trying to leave the crib go out and live the night, shit
Fuck that, I'm locked in the lab working
Dropping the track beats, get bodied and bags certain
See the world through first, second and third person, omniscient

Listening so efficient
Trapped in my own goal line ready to go the distance
Consider it a privilege
That what you get to witness
History in the makin'
You fuckin' bitches, just playin' with ya
Still in line waiting for my name to get called, ya

Digo Yukio - digopanda