Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Staircase to Stage , by - Jehst. Song from the album The Return of the Drifter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 02.04.2011
Record label: YNR
Song language: English
Staircase to Stage |
| From staircase to stage, minimum wage |
| But soon to get an article in rap pages |
| From staircase to stage, minimum wage |
| But soon to get an article in rap pages |
| I lost hope, toking a hot roach |
| Breathe in the black smoke |
| Treating these raps like a bad joke |
| Mad broke, saving up coppers in a glass jar |
| For a bag full of dope and a crate load of spava |
| My flow is like a crow bar to a fast car |
| I’m joyriding till I get to where the stars are |
| Bling blingin like Zsa Zsa’a rings |
| But your funny haha like Jahjah Binks |
| I got the same faded Carhartt since '94 |
| Still hungover from the night before |
| Head banging like thrash metal |
| Fuck getting sucked in by the candy like Hansel and Gretal |
| Leaving mans unsettled by the way that I drop |
| Fuck a foot in the door, I’ll be breaking the lock and taking the lot |
| So don’t stand in the way of my props |
| I’m staying hardcore while you’re playing the popstar |
| But what for? |
| I’m not sure |
| A couple of bottles of wine and Calvin Klien in your soft draw |
| Thinking you got yours, nowadays Hip Hop is a lost cause |
| Fuck rapping I’d rather mop floors or flip burgers |
| Than pay these hipocrites my lip service |
| Spliff burning 'til we turn into sick hermits |
| All city like bus permits when I drop rough verses |
| Flinging fakes in a hot furnace |
| Stop acting like your not nervous |
| On wax I’ve got a body of work, like rock circus |
| Fuck tags I leave my name in the crop circles |
| I run tracks 'cos I learnt how to hop hurdles |
| From staircase to stage, minimum wage |
| But soon to get an article in rap pages |
| From staircase to stage, minimum wage |
| But soon to get an article in rap pages |
| From staircase to stage, minimum wage |
| But soon to get an article in rap pages |
| From staircase to stage, minimum wage |
| But soon to get an article in rap pages |
| Fuck a job all I do is rest and dress |
| Tags writing of rubbers when I drop my next cassette |
| Head raps beefing, bring the mad cow on |
| Zone echos off your dome like the Shut 'em Down horns |
| Wack demos find a place in my trash can (remember that) |
| Right next to the swizz beats instrumental DAT |
| They say I’m weak and a rookie |
| Ok, thats why your mother rocks a bra with a hoody |
| Picture me doing a backspin, or pulling a mac ten |
| (I've been rapping since the golden age man) |
| Shit, you was wack then |
| Who cares about Gazelles, deep crews and fades |
| 2G is the same I throw boos and eggs |
| At the show she got mad 'cos I ain’t talking about upliftment |
| My bad I was checking where that big booty chick went (bitch!) |
| But I’m broke so I’m done with hoes |
| I need a cheque that looks digital with 1's and 0's |
| Maybe I should get a job, spitting at co-workers |
| I’m looking up blouses but not clicking mouses and cursors |
| Yo Harry I heard you look like Little Richard |
| Tell 'em all (fuck off) 'cos I’m (bloody wicked) |