8 is Enuff - People Under The Stairs

Double K

One, I’m unexplainable, but able to rip

You got some way to go before you even handle this

Two ways to understand the formula is don’t trying it

Saying in ways, my paving it, nigga, I can’t deny it

Three verses to my one, and two niggas to your camp

Squares living undercover, and you trying to diss the champ

Four-wheel rapping over broke beats uphill

Trucking like an old-timer with a rival to kill

The five star deputy loc, watch the smoke, choke

Every rapper in the place, taking music for a joke

Six seconds minus five to keep the burner alive

So when it’s time to gat 'em up, only the K survives

Seven times eleven was the year Mike Will dropped

Twenty-four years later, and I still can’t be stopped

Eight’s enough and late’s enough, will be the time that I return

Coming back to claim rap, catch me chilling on perv

Thes One

Yo, the P take the weight like a pulley, hooking and slinging

Los Angelino bullies rapping, not seeing

Meaning flaps to non-fiending to a soft land and

Taking props like a principal cops a Walkman (to all mine)

I assign rhymes to the culture like enzymes

To erase the Alzheims, they remember my odd lines

Scribed in vibes on wax, then off tracks

They repeat 'em or copy like fax (he's a fighter, man)

It’s tighter than what he could write on his own

Sitting alone with some headphones on his dome

With his mom yelling, «turn the beat down» («Turn that shit down!»)

In the background, slapping wack sounds, send him back to his town

To catch a one-way pass, a Cambridge sound clash

They burn like hash, I take the cash and dash

Spread the love like a rash, I’m irrational

Messing with a Latino, so national

I fly anywhere on a thirty-three cent stamp

And spread plates in my field like a discus champ

Distance champ, I’m undisputed even when I do it

Double K send a chorus forward, you’ll pursue it

Double K

And I’m perving, serving, you better watch that man

Coming with heat you can’t escape, burning up your land

And we perving way hard, overboard and underweight

Fresh noise knocking 'em out, we come from L. A

And we perving, serving you niggas, just watch that man

Coming with heat you can’t escape, burning up your land

And we perving way hard, overboard and underweight

Fresh noise knocking 'em out, straight outta West L. A

People Under The Perv, People Under The Perv

People Under The Stairs!

(scratched and repeated)

Perving, serving, you better watch that man… this here’s the doctor, saying, «The bigger the headache, the bigger the thrill… and we the big headache, baby.

«Ha!

Say, Thes One, what’s happening?

What’s happening?

What’s happening?

He got us…

Oh, okay

Rock it!

(repeated)

All night!