People Under the Stairs Follow

we tackle rhymes like your life lays time
we trying to get enough
we gotta fill up
before it's all gone the song remains on
until the beat stops never mind no need to remind
you know who we be
yo it's the capital G's
putting the P's in hip hop
saying hi to the ho's who wear hardly any clothes
he is looking at you
watching you watching me the incredible MC
chicks call me mikey [why's that?] cause I like
they stare when I'm digging it and know they wanna try
they like the way I rap
they like the way I chill
couple hours in a conversation show em how I thrill
I'm a one minute man I lick it then split it
empty it out fill it in like the blank
and I'm out big Mike that's right give em something they can feel
yo I'm the top-ranked chief on the wheels of steel
I walk the streets of LA
and feel comfortable
me and the homie make music and they come in with bull
so next time you got a rhyme that's blazing hot
throw it away
people under to save the day

sometimes it aint timed, sometimes it cant be
this time we kick back and letcha conscious be free
the music is playing loud and we never haveta leave we never gotta leave [we never gotta leave...]

beautiful brown skin lady ya move something
montego bay style
smile from the caribbean isle
no fronting while we pumping the beat
audiophiles that jump in like I light up the seat
with the complete file
scooters and 45s the palm trees red stripe nights the calm breeze
the type to relax ease back to conceive wax and contact the origin of habitat
two cats making fat it's like that
with a rap similar to a pi-ti-pat of a cat
walking the roof to make it back to the truth
I dig crates
for the late great existence of black plates
to booming the eighths on the floor thinking you want more
leaving my mark like a doc mart on a wood floor
it's good for the soul like dinner witcha moms
people under the stairs the duo who drop bombs
snares laid back like armchairs hit the beach I'm outta reach
so play my CD and let it teach the recipe
half beatrocka half tivity (?)
walk a fresh breath control like binaca

sometimes it aint timed, sometimes it cant be
this time we kick back and letcha conscious be free
the music is playing loud and we never haveta leave we never gotta leave [we never gotta leave...]