Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hardcore, artist - People Under The Stairs. Album song The Next Step, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.10.1999
Record label: Om
Song language: English
Hardcore |
| Peoples under the stairs… |
| Hardcore |
| Straight to make the brothas act stupid… (scratched and repeated) |
| (Check it out…) |
| I wreck shop with no bullshit in my china store |
| Lord Radio, matador, red in the meter |
| Born Latin I didn’t introduce Staten aboard a ship |
| Your mother (don't say it!) (?) |
| Maneuver loops like a Six Flags engineer |
| Pursue a career in enlighten in herb |
| You read about that Thes sighting? |
| (?) seen the silhouette of my face in deep space |
| Right in place of a white dwarf |
| I mentally morph to enlist my skills where needed |
| Creativity preceeded existence |
| Be soul universal eternal kernel of parallel perception |
| Infernal corrections with command of Mister Hale Bop |
| Hard rock like the comet, you’re dubbing on my tapes |
| 'Cause your crew want it, your posse’s gay like a bonnet |
| So we’ll sit and write a sonnet, pad of paper |
| Second I put my pen on it, implodes |
| Caper complete, Aaliyah, tell your brother I’m on the phone |
| He not home, you got the message, then I’m gone… |
| Peoples under the stairs… |
| Hardcore |
| Straight to make the brothas act stupid… (scratched and repeated) |
| …Called sporadic, nomadic, static addict |
| I wreak chromatic havoc with emphatic grammatics |
| Trans-atlantic, Titanic-type panic and turn dynamic semantic |
| Galactic syllabics to granite |
| Incensed, in a sense, innocence past sense, in a sentence |
| Present tense, past tense in the sentence, gain fame from imprints |
| Eminence from dissidence, influence in increments |
| Though instruments of impedence |
| A semblance of symbionts through sentence and content |
| Implementation of syncopation shows musical inclination |
| Trace the styles into the future with innovation |
| And leaving nothing but imprints for the next generation |
| The interpretation of my iteration may lay the foundation |
| Of a future generation of civilzation one day |
| The oration of notation placed in hope on civilization |
| Imagination and communication in a way |
| Equivocation and gentrification and segregation |
| Have no place in the hip-hop nation… so stay tuned! |
| Peoples under the stairs… |
| Hardcore |
| Straight to make the brothas act stupid… (scratched and repeated) |
| (Yeah, check this shit…) |
| Hey money, who told you you could rap? |
| In fact, word I’m checking soon as you done, nigga |
| I’m flexing like buff white bitches to your riches for my wags |
| You the last one, but the first freestyling in the Hearse |
| Hurt nigga, shoulda listened to your crew |
| Now them niggas pouring 40s, smoking blunts for you |
| Man, missing all the fun, mad bitches on the place |
| No longer a citizen from that one you suckas place |
| Pull up your drawers, bitch, proceed to run this way |
| Be embarrassed to see, and ain’t got shit to say |
| Except «Nigga, don’t you know this is such and such» |
| Now you the dope MC, see no percent, worry-free |
| Now that’s a joke that wasn’t funny like WB sitcoms |
| Sit calm and check your Three Amigos ripped |
| While you sip on that shit that got your pockets on zip mode |
| You fell like your grandma when she drunk on Thanksgiving |
| Got the tightest arthritis styles that can’t move jack |
| Put some time on your rhymes and give me the five on the sack |
| 'Cause I’ve been there, perfecting it, nigga, and still doing it |
| Put your grill in my face on some more silly shit, and yo, I’ll ruin it |
| Uh… I ain’t never heard nobody rap like that |
| You coming off with something dope, no need to worry about that |
| Yo, just kick back, relax, pray that one day you’ll be alright |
| Yo, we killing it, right? |
| Ha ha, yeah, right! |
| Peoples under the stairs… |
| Hardcore |
| Straight to make the brothas act stupid… (scratched and repeated) |