Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time To Rock Our Shit, artist - People Under The Stairs. Album song The Next Step, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.10.1999
Record label: Om
Song language: English
Time To Rock Our Shit |
| Knights will come, be advised |
| They’ll come for them |
| Be advised they’ll come |
| Someone’s sure that they’ll be here |
| Yo Thes, what (what up?) |
| Can you rock the mic? |
| A ha ha, my mellow my man, it’s like ridin’a bike |
| Uh, Double K What’s Up? |
| Can you rock it? |
| Like ridin’a bike, but only with training wheels |
| So what, shoot the gift and let them know the deal |
| I shoot the gift like NRA members on Christmas |
| Morning warning rock MCs like isthmus like a principal |
| I’m the principal, our crew’s invincible |
| Under The Stairs |
| Impairs auditroy of your whole municipal (municipal?) |
| Code area, attack like malaria |
| Concrete jungle bundle of joy |
| With bobby-boys |
| It’s scary to think our tape destroys your crew’s hopes (what?) |
| I can’t cope with that, say no Put it on a DAT, Double K |
| 'Cause everything I say will one day give away |
| Or another recovered in it’s original place |
| Signify this straight caligrified verse |
| Petrified rock, put your goddamn block in a herse |
| Only thing worse, chaos bursts the eardrums, the P Making the beats and rhymes funkally-dunkally |
| Fat like chunky here, but not out for radio play |
| Here’s a crew washing the wax my mind space |
| Tight A, not Navy deals, no way |
| Pets for three sixty five days |
| I add a fourth 'cause I leap year |
| I leave tracks like Amtrack |
| Battles the P and Superman |
| After that your crew will try and forget like Izoin (?) |
| It’s the Amistad, man Beckets (?) know it better |
| I rip it all up like a letter for the principal |
| Chaos bursts…(Double K cuts in) |
| (Unintelligible) my crew bad as milk |
| That’s one, lace the track |
| Like a blow with the weak smell |
| Nigga, your stunned |
| Other from the brothers with another monkey (?) shit |
| Put the viddy (?) on the stick and make sure it don’t skip |
| Hip-Hoppin is reallest, punk |
| You know you wanna admit it All these crews runnin around with fat tracks |
| They don’t get it, the gettin distressed (word?) |
| The gettin me mad |
| So what you sayin, Double K? |
| Just put that shit on my tab |
| Don’t feel like dealin’with it now |
| I’ll deal with it later |
| See, the mic’s in my possesion |
| Yo, so while she did it To the minmute |
| Stupid frontin’since we first stepped in Brought it back a couple of times |
| Now you give it a grin |
| First you tell your homey, |
| Yeah man, that shit’s fresh! |
| Didn’t know this kinda shit could be lurkin’the west |
| We puttin’hair on your chest |
| We flow with no hesitation |
| Late radio stations ain’t allowed on these premesis |
| Millions hearin’this |
| Late at night like domestic violece |
| Smackin’you the fuck up Until we get some silence (word) |
| Keep you like Judge Judy on the mic |
| Puttin’up a fight |
| Rollin’hard 'till the break of daylight |
| So next time you corny niggas wanna come hardcore |
| Go listen to 'Lil Kim (word…) |
| What’s the time? |
| Time to rock our shit |
| (Scratched until end in various ways) |