The Next Step II - People Under The Stairs

Well, we’re movin' on up…

Be the champion…

Step up front

Check it

Step up front

Step up, step up, nigga, step up

Tell ‘em who you is, man

Tell ‘em who you is, man

Yo, it’s the West Coast, shit-talking b-boy from the Eighties

Y’all niggas know the name, the game won’t change

You heard it plenty of times, said it in many of rhymes

No need to repeat, just listen to the beat

And you see where we’re coming from, it’s what you running from

Over there in the dark, with the funky old drummer

I’m about to break it down like it should’ve been broke

Way back, before dudes was coming way whack

We one step ahead of y’all stupid motherfuckers

Got your girl singing over a loop

Well, that’s cute

Yo, no time for good looks, keep that shit on CD

‘Cause the P’s blacking niggas out, you only get one try

Everybody’s curious to hear what we’re bringing, nothing soft

Just wicked beats to keep your ears ringing, like bass in your face

You heard it a long time ago

Rockin' people under Thes

Since I had a broke fo', and here’s the logo for all the people in the West

From Seattle to the Burg, but aloe socks you in the chest

Take one step up and see my name on the decks, figure it out

You would guess, getting made into a mess

That little girl’s in a dress

Ay-yo, that’s the style

‘Cause I’ll beat you on a road that only rides half a mile

So when you fall off, I’ll be right here making much noise

Using your promo as toys, you get paranoid and say what

These two dudes ain’t joking, damn right

Next Step, get you vexed, People Under The Stairs

Beware and don’t enter, beware and don’t enter

Brother Thes is up next, so beware and don’t enter…

That’s called a step, that’s called a step

Then I follow with the next one

Step up y’all

It’s the Next Step, Part Two, slept on the first

Worse if you slumber on the sequel, one verse, versus us, no equal

On the planet this Hispanic take not a granite rock for granted

I love it all, trees, and I rock for free, I rock steadily, like Aretha

It’s the People beneath the staircase where placed funk flows steadily

Rock tracks, I sit back, catch the contact, and I just wait

My Next Step: create a way to communicate on tape, I grab a pen

Sparks fly off the paper, taper off into an entity, recall the P

P equals Double K and me, T-H-E-S-O-N-E

Do you know any b-boys that are making some noise

Yes

Who?

Double K and Thes

Ooh, those brothers are really bad

One’s dad used to play the drums

And the other played the congas with his thumbs, and his sons

They got the funk, too

Who?

Hey, that’s us dude

Dum da-dum da-da-da doo-doo

I represent all my Latins up in Harvard Heights

Twentysomething females, switch off the wild nights

Open mics get a grand opening, all nights

Capital P rock the party, aiight?

That’s called a step, that’s called a step

Ay-yo, we’re moving on up