Lyrics Ten Tough Guys - People Under The Stairs

Ten Tough Guys

I got, ten MC’s held up in a line
Cause all these dudes told me that they knew how to rhyme
So which one should it be that I choose to test first
The way he grabbed the mic showed signs of a pussy and even worse
He was talkin bout a gat that wasn’t tucked in his waist
So I recorded him ass, into the next sucka face (next)
This fool was pretty dope, told him, keep up the good work
Gave him a pound and a pimp, moved on to this next jerk
Hey yo, dude looked like Usher with his chest all exposed
Bustin bout bitches he’d been hittin, his stupid ass clothes
Big smile on his face like there were hands in the air wavin'
But I was anticipatin with Satan to see him bakin'
Under the authority of someone lower than me
Started gettin tired (yawn!), skipped three, now here’s the seventh MC
Looked like a pretty cool guy, but sounded like Treach (Hay! Ho!)
Moved around all fast screamin with weapons around his neck
It was like a fuckin joke, me and the gang got a good laugh
He got all hot, tried to dulo, we beat his fuckin ass like
(sounds of fighting)
Number eight was a female, at least that’s how I figured
Until it started rappin, sounded like one of my niggas
God damn this that, and all the guns in the world
Harder than most niggas on the mic, even had a Jheri Curl (damn!)
Sent her to Jenny Jones, for the little makeover
Told her, «be back in two weeks!»
you see all I wanted to do was bone her
Word, she’s out like yesterday’s six pack
So let’s get back to the last two, yo they from the same crew
What should we do, Thes said he knew them niggas from some open mic spot
They tried to gun up, got cut up, so here’s round 2
«Yea you money!
I’m talkin to you!»
«You got a battle rap?
Battle me!»
«Wassup?!»
«Battle me!»
«Wassup?!»
(Thes One)
Yo!
What would you do if I could prove you didn’t exist and it was true
Like a misconstrued solidified proof of your essence
Of you in the spoof of your birth
Now I guess that would lessen your worth to the dirt and the earth
And the leaf, now I leave you alone without belief that your really here
And assist you beneath your fear
An endearing tear would fall if all that I said was true
Am I right or ???, too complex for quote
I’ll have the final say
Like the rope to the boat to the dock, you’re not free yet, man
You’re sick, stuck, caught, sick in the head
Stuck to the bed, you’re dumbfed
Diseased with that mononuclear, what I look like money?!
That latin listening to Coolio?
So I ask
What was your mom’s task when she had you?
If fully she knew that through all of her pain
Her baby was born without brain and insane and just plain
No style!
No smile, your memories are worth a shitpile to me
You believe that you’re free?!!
Man, free from your mom
Free from the man and most of all free from me but you see
I’ve caught you!
My bad you don’t really exist
So I got to, explain this so when I tell you how not to
You won’t do it, I’m screwin your thinkin!
I know I exist and I prove it cause I’m listening to you
But I ask, what if God was an evil genius who only made you believe you were
True?
And your life was nothing man!
Just a really long dream
And when you die you’ll start a whole new life, a whole new dream
But that was just a dream, and it seems man you can’t break out the cycle
Am I crazy?
Go to your church and ask your white God if I’m right though
Whatever he replies will be lies, we’ve already established this evil
When I’m lying, you don’t exist but merely as emotion and perceival
Believe you’ll be round tomorrow kid, yo
You’ve borrowed time with no entrance
And since you’re a dream I can mentally put on the pinch
And you disappear in an instant
Fool what?!
What?!
«nigga fuck you!
You can’t rap anyway»
«We up out of here!»
«Sucka ass niggas!
Eat a dick!»