Yield-People Under The Stairs

Yield - People Under The Stairs Yo up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane No I heard in the beat boys suit going insane And were the payback was none to go way back And every single session times up What are ya'll guessin' And on the count of four You will bring down your trucks and billboard Process board and you got me real bored and I'm ignore Settle the score silently provoke my thoughts violently Knock you and watch you walk with me Follow me and you will find out quick And what makes the mother nature rise While I spit so sick 'Cause he spit so sick Past the cops drive vocal cords and getting kinda sore From yelling and mic checking Bill in and mic wrecking Shout bravo Pump up your fist and shove it up Hit the person on your left to select and turned it up I'm burning up the soul in on this game I got it fold Like I'm here fo' take it over here And you lovin' it And I'm touching it ni**a and hands on the sinner Burn up your little lab and push you to the beginner And hiphop ain't for everybody put your hands up Until I say so Me and my popsi on the hunt burning pencils and get rosed Get me a pound and I make you my man Break a one nine and a half with rhymes in the bag Bubbles and champagne ho' in the news confrence I bought my f**k you rap campaign and ya'll can't hang So get me the rope Till the pile of more drops until the city of d**e And you don't stop The east coast yo And you don't stop To the dirty south yo And you don't stop To the mid west yo And you don't stop To the U K yo You don't you don't you don't you don't You don't you don't Aw ya'll we do stand keep Double can't bless one and bless one for the seed Mouse trap and get caught up for the cheese Cool cats droping sh*t on the litre begging seeds Digging deep these days Trying the best to survive Living life to the sign of the rap And 9'o five Got the four one K for my M P C Trying KK rap the cut and kids pace And say the people making name for themselves Long time ago Rock this sh*t the show the time while along ago This rhyme I would like to say I'm kinda pissed Read in your white list And wait to see it in your zip disk See I rather risk catching a fistAnd hold it to my tounge Boy cut the album 'casue the beat don't run Rock bubble gum white tracking on the one Let the engine run pack up the show follow the sun The two man band are two lanes roads and ain't dumb Playing shows just chilling air and laying low Coming out of nowhere like a domic volcano With the hot shizzle save you pop sh*t for the lable Yo so how do you hiphop dudes get set Going back to the street and plug it in And LA shut it down Start a revolution in your town and it's going down The P's coming back to your town And you don't stop The east coast yo And you don't stop To the dirty south yo And you don't stop To the mid west yo And you don't stop To the U K yo And you don't stop And in the mother lane And you don't stop To the back to the west coast yo And you don't stop The west coast yo And you don't stop To the east coast yo And you don't stop To the dirty south And you don't stop To the mid west yo And you don't stop And the U K And you don't stop on time repeat And you don't stop one time to see repeat it yeah Don't stop don't stop don't stop don't stop don't stop Stop don't stop