Staircase to Stage - Jehst, J-Zone

From staircase to stage, minimum wage

But soon to get an article in rap pages

From staircase to stage, minimum wage

But soon to get an article in rap pages

I lost hope, toking a hot roach

Breathe in the black smoke

Treating these raps like a bad joke

Mad broke, saving up coppers in a glass jar

For a bag full of dope and a crate load of spava

My flow is like a crow bar to a fast car

I’m joyriding till I get to where the stars are

Bling blingin like Zsa Zsa’a rings

But your funny haha like Jahjah Binks

I got the same faded Carhartt since '94

Still hungover from the night before

Head banging like thrash metal

Fuck getting sucked in by the candy like Hansel and Gretal

Leaving mans unsettled by the way that I drop

Fuck a foot in the door, I’ll be breaking the lock and taking the lot

So don’t stand in the way of my props

I’m staying hardcore while you’re playing the popstar

But what for?

I’m not sure

A couple of bottles of wine and Calvin Klien in your soft draw

Thinking you got yours, nowadays Hip Hop is a lost cause

Fuck rapping I’d rather mop floors or flip burgers

Than pay these hipocrites my lip service

Spliff burning 'til we turn into sick hermits

All city like bus permits when I drop rough verses

Flinging fakes in a hot furnace

Stop acting like your not nervous

On wax I’ve got a body of work, like rock circus

Fuck tags I leave my name in the crop circles

I run tracks 'cos I learnt how to hop hurdles

From staircase to stage, minimum wage

But soon to get an article in rap pages

From staircase to stage, minimum wage

But soon to get an article in rap pages

From staircase to stage, minimum wage

But soon to get an article in rap pages

From staircase to stage, minimum wage

But soon to get an article in rap pages

Fuck a job all I do is rest and dress

Tags writing of rubbers when I drop my next cassette

Head raps beefing, bring the mad cow on

Zone echos off your dome like the Shut 'em Down horns

Wack demos find a place in my trash can (remember that)

Right next to the swizz beats instrumental DAT

They say I’m weak and a rookie

Ok, thats why your mother rocks a bra with a hoody

Picture me doing a backspin, or pulling a mac ten

(I've been rapping since the golden age man)

Shit, you was wack then

Who cares about Gazelles, deep crews and fades

2G is the same I throw boos and eggs

At the show she got mad 'cos I ain’t talking about upliftment

My bad I was checking where that big booty chick went (bitch!)

But I’m broke so I’m done with hoes

I need a cheque that looks digital with 1's and 0's

Maybe I should get a job, spitting at co-workers

I’m looking up blouses but not clicking mouses and cursors

Yo Harry I heard you look like Little Richard

Tell 'em all (fuck off) 'cos I’m (bloody wicked)