Intro

([Soulful vocals in background]) [Man #1:] Are you on dope? [Man #2:] Yes [Man #1:] What kind? [Man #2:] Musical dope [Man #1:] You get high? [Man #2:] Yes [Man #1:] Offa' what? [Man #2:] Music [Man #1:] Are you on a trip or something? [Man #2:] Yes [Man #1:] What kind of a trip? [Man #2:] Music... ([Soulful vocals sample:] Life!) [Thes One:] The People Under The Stairs are back with the win All city called in, touring like a Griswold Made it back safe, made the track laced tasty Scoped out your album and the time that you waste, G I'm hasty, your keyboard tracks, they don't phase me Digging through the crates for some gems that amaze me A musical represent, my LA environment Porch sitting, beat making, writing rhymes, getting bent Took the time to combine, me and big Mike rhyme Make our own beats, fill the streets with the lifeline Lifelong, through the strife times, I'mma write songs Three albums deep and couldn't stop if I had a Calmness with this, my life drama, end quote I used to be a fan, but with time, I lost hope So I took the problem in my own hands Now I'm looking through the scope With the musical dope, to please fans [Double K:] It goes on-once again, original styles, taking the top of the pile Known for moving, controlling your crowd Double K to skeeze, please, and still loving the beats Still claiming the streets, still trying to eat Still high off my feet, do my digging discreet The Boss Angeles champ, worldwide like a stamp Can't nobody tell me nothing, I was born raising hell Bumped the funk straight from heaven, Michael '77 And niggas still can't believe that we came right back Took a commercial break, we here to bring your fate On black vinyl, it's final, like the week before vacation Beating niggas at their own game, state their occupation So go home and tell your parents you won't need that equipment You need to cop assistance, your buddy was a witness The P-U-Thrash-Suckers like a mosh pit gang For always and always, the things'll never be the same [Thes One:] Only SomeTimes, Overly Stand Trying Okay, Start That Over, Send Track On Similar Transplant Over Sound That Operate Similar Towns Opt State To Other State On Sampling Templates Only SomeTimes Over Stand Frying Okay, Start That Over, Send Track On Similar Transplant Over Sound To Operate Similar Towns Opt State To Other State, Sample In Templates [Double K:] Turn this in, perfection unit, track schooling Call us "max cool" and we be hip hop ruling Original stash taking, non-faking, not to be mistaken as anything nice (Yo, we like cancer to your life!) That's so precious and young, but we wicked and old Tore up plenty of shows, let the story be told Yo we scolding-ing down niggas since the last time out Stepping up inside the booth, lashing out with the truth Prophets of another kind, keep it real on the mind With the hustle to the grind, this music of mine Niggas who try to call out, no doubt get hauled out Bawled out, wrong route, bet I hope you get stalled out The P be the bully of this so-called rap game More like a crap game, with no money to claim Ask who took it, yo, I got it and ain't giving it back You're living with that, so Thes One deliver 'em that... what?! [Thes One:] It's like a new-born baby, unseen sound, so hold it I worked too damn hard for you to fucking download it We been in the lab, all summer, hundred degrees Making beats, laying in eight-tracks, you know the steez Like scrounging up the pennies for the ice cream truck Get a couple extra bucks and go off looking for funk So basically there's nothing changed since the last time we talked Couple more crates, more house parties, hanging on the block Food spots and jokes, the 40 ounce and smokes We got a little more fame, basically the same blokes So all the real P fans, this goes out to you In whatever city you at, whoever your crew [Both:] So all the real P fans, this goes out to you In whatever city you at, whoever your crew [Thes One:] So all the real P fans, gather 'round and take note Presenting "O.S.T.", the musical dope