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letra de the bomb combo - people under the stairs

[thes one]
i dream about walking into a warehouse
with vinyls in m-ssive amounts
that hasn’t been touched
jazz, rock‚ funk‚ and such
that come through in a clutch like a musical crutch
that give my night some light
at night while my girl fights
things that come and go
my records are original
soundtracks from way back‚ reminding me to stay back
the ’92 hip-hop, the needle in the haystack
the break beats on wax that kept me in an interested state
things that burn facts, jump out and then break
filling my crates‚ appreciate originals who made it
things move in cycles and hip hop is slated
for a dismal demise, synthetic kicks and snares
and keyboards filling the trunks are on the rise
open your eyes, my people’s lose their history
can your dig it? and half this sh-t still a mystery
so play it on my plate out records. i’m on my way out
you couldn’t understand what its like for the pay out
picking up the pieces of my musical puzzle
one record at a time‚ reconstruct, write a rhyme
spent all my living time trying to follow a line
from sound box 1s and 2s and drum machines
that the same d-mn thing, i’m a hip hop being
i don’t take it for granted
it’s not just the change even though it’s been handed down so dig the sound
people under the stairs, all musically profound
it’s not just the change even though it’s been handed down so dig the sound
people under the stairs, all musically profound

[double k]
now every high hat, kick, snare, we sn-tch off wax
blowing chumps off like dust, trust that, now bust back
track with an extra style, doubles on my favorite jam
peep the compact disc on the dash now watch the smashes break down
and every things on the 1
you telling me no sampling. i’m telling you it’s no fun
fake b-tch, take this color keyboard and shove it
where you know it’ll hurt and ya’ll ain’t making no beats
so why this record spot’s burnt, collect celebrity card
to find the people doing it and staying in charge
i talk to my records. i don’t loop em and abuse em
they get an uncomfortable environment, i’m not buying it
funky breaks, psychadellic, jazz or more
what’s this? some hip hop? hey, show us the whole flow
it’s me and thes, go for broke like []
keep the b-ss lines meaty, drum lines all tucked
with a [] we produce like old farmers
the field naturally without some punk asking me
where’s the cow bell, triangle and all the fake scratching
if it wasn’t on the source of where we lifted then we with it
keep the downloaded sound in that disc drive
before i caught a flow vibe and keep the dope on 45
harder than your hot producer, remix and a1
i ain’t feeling none of this, see this, we makes it on the run
i bout to pack my record bags and take this show on the road
continue to feel rhythms and keep the status on cold
hardcore, no joke, back-spinnin’ and winnin’
turn-tablin’ that weak sh-t, you ain’t makin’ sh-t, don’t speak sh-t
now

- people under the stairs

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