People Under the Stairs Follow

Double K;
Alright hot light, we are the world, destiny's crip
ohh shit mayne, check it

Man, sittin' alone's crazy, sometimes amazing
physical on the couch but mentally overgrazing in the grass
starin' though the glass filled with time
it's hangin' in the air, but it really ain't there
my rhyme was dope, a couple seconds ago
couldn't even keep my own flow, sometimes that's how it goes
don't even catch myself when im wanderin' around
the badlands bein' the bad man lookin' for a lending hand
you probably think Im buggin' when I say that Im the president
& all these other dudes are hesitant
I got the answer to everything, it's all in how the door swings
your way or that way out there, I'm right there
purple leaves & purple pills are for people who probably never permanently tried to get live,
you lie
pre-paid hip hop takin' ova tha 2G
but this marijuana Im smokin' steady take heed
& everytime I blow, she tell me somethin' she knows
a very good listener, we rap back to back
& rap pack shorties that's always tellin' a story
they too busy watchin' glory & belly, wishin' for a celly
with the flip down talk switch just to pop shit
but this group I came with, we on some rock n' roll shit
psychedelic paragraphs I might be thinkin' too fast
answers in the form of a my brotha don't ask
half the time I don't know, it makes sense & then it don't
I grab ahold & let go, cause I start the show
& when the curtains come down, Im still givin' the pound with the same _____ mic _____
with the pro sound, & it know how I think I go know & wonder how
that bottle that look full was really.... (empty).

Thes-One;
We got forty bottles of water empty up on the wall
spinnin' around like an R&B singer under a waterfall
releasin' the souls trapped inside
neglectin' record translatin' to rap tap loop the vibe
the second the sequence, the frequencies with ease
movin' through the cosmos, rememberin' the breeze
with the sound of the whisperin' leaves in an endless forest
with lifes are won and lost beneath every tree
standin' in the infinite expanse of mind dance
& catch an overnight flight to France to water the plants
I travel to a beach where each & every wave sounds like an ultimate break of beats and the streets
are paved with slip mats, sittin' in cafes with hip-cats & cantinas in Lima
drinkin' a 6-pack then get back to life where I'm at
turnin' on my porch light, cleaning off my welcome mat
so stop by sometime, we'll drop a rhyme or two & sit upon the porch & drink a cold brew
watchin' the sun set as it moves through the haze,
we come out into the music of Los Angeles Daze
the sun rays, the morning of praise
the warning of ways changin'
I'll probably see you there & won't
lettin' my mind zone, touchin' you in your own home
trans global like mobile or corporate affair
to the dome-piece, split home, peace, the parental release
slip & signed I rhyme while I field trip.