People Under The Stairs

Hey Microphone testing, uh, 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 more than a minute I been spittin' flows since the kid was six-years-old And if you listen close, I do this like some mismatched clothes It's whatever, put it 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 Flowin' like me, no one, and that got you mad, bitch Saw your boys are nothin' but just a-verage 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 tryna leave the crib, go out and live tonight Shit, fuck that, I'm locked in the lab, workin' Droppin' a track, beats get bodied and bagged, certain See the world through first, second, and third-person Omniscient, listenin' so efficient Trapped in my own goal line, ready to go the distance Consider it a privilege that you get to witness History in the makin', you fuckin' bitches Haha, just playin' wit' y'all Still in line waitin' for my name to get called, yuh