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People Under The Stairs – The Strand Lyrics

[Verse 1: Double K]
The flow is 2AM, I'm at it again
Me and the beat tight like a pad and the pen
Juice and gin, tell 'em again, money is in
On your fright night, no one can contend
Just give me a windbreaker and I'm off in the night
Rap burglar, murdered the first herb
Who claiming they never heard
The rhyme giant defiant, I do it my way
Hydroplaning on the highway, leaning sideways
Crime pays, these rhymes slay, leave 'em in the dust
Like the angel of music in George we trust
Rhyme pattern ridiculous, the conspicuous
Locced out, spoke out
They rushing the stage to get choked out
Hotter than Death Valley in the summer ya bitch
Make a wish, blow it out, I'm the re-up in a drought
Mix the stout with a lager powered up like a lozenge
See me on the news when I silence your favorite blogger
Blam, one shot knock knock him out the box
And I'm off to the land at the strand

[Verse 2: Thes One]
Study the flow of free speech like Francis Bacon
You're tuned in to genuine history in the making
When will the P stop, nobody knows
I construct prose with the [?] that my tenure bestows
Close captioned you see what I'm rapping
Right on the screen like a limousine
Commercial my Rap City between the blue and red
It's life in my routine city
But being dead is just the next step
And so life's great several, prenatal
Success is not final, failure is fatal
So I wake up everyday with the pen and play like potato
And coming straight out the underground
I parlavor with all my fans and find a common ground
That's real, we press it on vinyl, it can't be killed
If you throw it away, eternity rocking the land
Feel it 'til I'm refound or reground you never know
We're infinitely larger than a Datpiff download
Just 1-0-1-0 binary [?] are very different
From the heroes from rap you think he is the present but
I'm still here, he's still here, we still drink beer
And take it to the stage at least half of the year
So when you Double and Thes on Southwest
Getting drunk with no baggage in the overhead
Just throw up the funk
'Cause it's not dead in fact it's very alive
Now the OGs with OG Kush
Blow out your Soundcloud on the strand

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