Lyrics Ste. for Superheroes - People Under The Stairs

Ste. for Superheroes

In the sky, tripping, though
This life I have been given, yo
Ring the bell, delusional
Devoted to the usual
Flying through the air
No care, debonair
Me and my posse under the stairs
So don’t stare
Killin' em', a bad look
Facebook status
Climbin' the apparatus
You can mad bawl at us
We show you who the baddest
The rap rhyme’s tragic
Abraca-dab
Nanu nanu, my nig
Landed at your girl’s crib
And let me tell you what we did
I took off my hydropowered illuminator
Spit a rhyme so super
That I knew it would hit her later
Gargled the Budweiser
Jumped off the riser
Defeat the undefeated
I’m the thriller, chump, beat it
Sign in the sky
Now I gotta go
Gotta beat up the foes
Gotta change out of clothes
These swords are syllables
These clones, we killing those
Herb the kryptonite
The bop gun blast right
Pew-pew-pew
Ha-ha
Is it a bird or plane
Up in the sky, it’s insane
It’s super, the super, the superrappin'
What is his name
It’s Thes One
Schooled in the trade of a boom bap
The controller of microphones
I make the stadium clap
I suppose I’m predisposed with the prose
Suckers go toe to toe
My freestyle is rodeo
Exposing them Glass Joes over past flows
I did it, committed to analytics
Investigator, liberator, a rap grader
The collaborator
Mutilator of crossfaders
He’s Double Double
The master moderator, but header hater
Perpetrators will cop my superpowers in gigawatts
Can’t measure it, treasure it
National, I could smash your block
My vinyl weapon like a wrecking ball
I’m just warning y’all
Don’t stop, ya' don’t quit
Baby, it’s all night
My mic is my flashlight
Your mic is your Fleshlight
You’re dicking around with rap
You hire me to ghostwrite
On site
I make my albums
Ghost ships, no skippers
Tryin' to battle
Like playin' pinball with no flippers
American superhero sud sippers in house slippers
To gangsta to crip tonight
Hey yo man check this out
I got this new box, right
I don’t know if these superpowers have been acting up lately
But this shit right here, yo
This could keep us relevant for the next 50 years
Watch this
I am the one who’ll be doing no blow
I am the one who’ll be smoking the dro'
You are the one who be getting no hoe’s
I am the one changing out of the clothes
I break out of chains and be doing the shows
You fall on the street and breaking your nose
This is for all of my superheroes
This is for all of my superheroes
I be the one who’ll be texting your hoe
I be the one who’ll be scoping the booty
I be the one who’ll be shopping Trader Joe’s
Busting my flows while I pick up some cuties
I be the one who’ll be sending them dues
You be the one who’ll be hanging with dudes
I be the one who say, cat’s in the tree
You be the one who’ll be looking at me
Looking at me
Looking at me
Or like Kanye West
You be looking at me
Looking at me
Let’s just, looking at me
This is for all of my superheroes
This is for all of my superheroes
This is for all of my superheroes
I be the one who be smoking the dro'
This is for all of my superheroes
I be the one who be smoking the dro'
Will you shut your ass up
What the fuck these rapper even talking about
Nowadays
Keep it kind of dark like a stout
How I blaze up a phrase
I keep my nine in a zigzag
Your verb’s in a vape pen
Master of the MPC
I’m under the bass when it drops
I mean did you feel it drop
Homie you’ll be begging like stop please
The loop is like a Regal on D’s
Los Angeles people
Them O. G's swinging like the palm trees
Off the 110, my estate
Like come on let me kill it
Baddest motherfucker slightly south of the palm village
And diligent with the digging
Twenty twenty my vision of me losing my religion
Bitch that’s me in the spotlight chillin
Now you know where I stand
Why you demand a autograph for your man
Well here I am, what you want (what you want)
It’s that Pee Wee and the dinosaur
I’m ready to score, what you want
Heavily medicated
Super dope, underrated
M.C's, they hella jaded
Ask em', the brother made it
Getting cheese hella grated
Double, yeah, he’s the greatest
Suckers be dabbin'
But they don’t be rappin'
Talking about trappin'
They simpin' and slackin'
Nice award, yeah, these niggas is acting
Moving your twist-twist
Ya' act like a bitch, bitch
You turn and turn
Watch your crew, they get burned-burned
I’m nice with the mic, right
Watch it go night-night
Smoke on a spliff, beh
And watch me go on trip
Watch me go ham, bro
Turn up like Rambo
Shooting a sambo
Now, let’s go to Sam’s, bro
I’m like an anvil
Hard like steel-steel
Like twins and juice-juice
We told you we hang loose
Hard on the one, fam
Florida Evans go, damn damn
Damn on the dab, son
Faded, I’m on one