10 Track 10
People Under the Stairs Lyrics

I got, ten MC's held up in a line
I have ten wannabe rappers lined up to compete

Cause all these dudes told me that they knew how to rhyme
All these guys claim to be good at rapping

So which one will it be that I choose to test first
I need to decide which one to judge first

The way he grabbed the mic showed signs of a pussy and even worse
His attitude and behavior were unimpressive and weak

He was talkin bout a gat that wasn't tucked in his waist
He was boasting about a gun he didn't even have

So I ???? into the next sucka face (next)
I moved on to the next guy

This fool was pretty dope, told him, keep up the good work
He was good, so I encouraged him

Gave him a pound and a pin, moved on to this next jerk
I gave him a high five and moved on to the next guy

Hey yo, dude looked like Usher with his chest all exposed
This guy had his shirt unbuttoned like Usher

Bustin bout bitches he be hittin and his stupid ass clothes
He was rapping about his sexual conquests and had ugly clothes

Bitch smile on his face like there were hands in the air wavin'
He was smiling like he was a big deal and had a lot of fans

But I was anticipatin with Satan to see him bakin'
I was looking forward to seeing him fail miserably

Under the authority of someone lower than me
I was the judge and had power over them

Started gettin tired (yawn!), skipped three, now here's the seventh MC
I was bored and skipped some people, now on to the seventh rapper

Looked like a pretty cool guy, but sounded like Treach (Hay! Ho!)
He looked fine but had a bad rap style

Moved around all fast screamin with weapons around his neck
He was acting tough and had fake weapons around his neck

It was like a fuckin joke, me and the gang got a good laugh,
He looked silly and we laughed at him

He got all hot, tried to dulo, we beat his fuckin ass like (sounds of fighting)
He got angry and tried to fight us, but we beat him up

Number eight was a female, at least that's how I figured,
The eighth person was a woman, or at least looked like one

Until it started rappin, sounded like one of my niggas,
But when she started rapping, she sounded like a man

God damn this that, and all the guns in the world
She was rapping about violence and guns

Harder than most niggas on the mic, even had a Jheri Curl (damn!)
She was good at rapping and had a Jheri curl hairstyle

Sent her to Jenny Jones, for the little makeover,
I sent her to a TV show for a makeover

Told her, "be back in two weeks!" you see all I wanted to do was bone her
I wanted to have sex with her and told her to come back in two weeks

So let's get back to the last two, yo they from the same crew,
Now let's move on to the final two, who are in the same group

What should we do, Thes said he knew them niggas from some open mic spot,
We didn't know what to do, but Thes recognized them from another rap event

They tried to gun up, got cut up, so here's round 2
They tried to threaten us with weapons but got hurt, so now it's round two

Yo! What would you do if I could prove you didn't exist and it was true
Imagine if I could prove you weren't real

Like ??? solidified proof of your essence
Like some kind of unquestionable proof of your existence

Of you in the spoof of your birth
A fake version of your birth

Now I guess that would lesson your worth to the dirt and the earth
Now you would be worth less than dirt, completely insignificant

And the leaf, now I leave you alone without belief that your really here
You would be as insignificant as a leaf, and I would leave you doubting your own existence

And assist you beneath your fear
I would help you cope with that fear

An endearing tear would fall if all that I said was true,
I would feel sorry for you if this were all true

Am I right or ???, too complex for quote
Is everything I'm saying true? It's too complex to summarize

I'll have the final say,
I'll make the final decision

Like the rope to the boat to the dock, you're not free yet, man
I control your fate, you're not free yet

You're sick, stuck, caught, sick in the head,
You're emotionally troubled and unable to escape

Stuck to the bed, you're dumbfed
You're immobilized and speechless

Diseased with that mononuclear, what I look like money?!
You have a contagious disease, and do I look like I have money?

That latin listening to Coolio? So I ask,
Why are you listening to Latin music? I'm confused

What was your mom's task when she had you?
What was your mom's purpose when she had you?

If fully she knew that through all of her pain
If she knew that despite all the pain she went through to give birth to you

Her baby was born without brain and insane and just plain, no style! No smile, your memories are worth a shitpile to me
If you were born with no brain and have no personality or memories, you would be worthless 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,
You think you're free, but you're really still enslaved by your past and by me

I've caught you! My bad you don't really exist,
I'm in control and you never really existed

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 need to explain how you don't exist, so that you don't get any ideas and remain under my control

I know I exist and I prove it cause I'm listening to you
I know I exist because I'm listening to you

But I ask, what if God was an evil genius who only made you believe you were true?
But what if God was a deceiver and made you think you were real?

And your life was nothing man! Just a really long dream
What if your entire life was just a dream?

And when you die you'll start a whole new life, a whole new dream
And when you die, you'll just have another dream and another life

But that was just a dream, and it seems man you can't break out the cycle
But now even that dream is over, and you can't escape the cycle of dreams and life

Am I crazy? Go to your church and ask your white God if I'm right though,
Am I insane? Go ask your white Christian God if I'm correct

Whatever he replies will be lies, we've already established this evil,
Whatever he says would be a lie, because we already know that God is evil

When I'm lying, you don't exist but merely as emotion and perceival,
When I lie, you aren't real and just exist as a feeling or perception

Believe you'll be round tomorrow kid, yo,
Don't assume you'll be alive tomorrow

You've borrowed time with no entrance,
Your existence is temporary and meaningless

And since you're a dream I can mentally put on the pinch
Since you're not real, I can control you

And you disappear in an instant,
And I can make you disappear instantly