Christopher Portugal - The Outrage lyrics

[Intro] Thes One P… It's that Los Angeles life, c'mon… see a show… it's not… eh, I don't know, man… not dope… guys… talk a lot of doo-doo on the internet about… make it out to the streets once and a while… [Verse 1] Thes One The two-track electrical, medical metal-made Minimal beat played, freshly made each day With hands in the crates like kids on cookie plates The rookies wait, but I won't retire 'til I'm eight tracks Leaving the tape recorded like Watergate On the map, like a thumbtack to navigate High-stakes, I delegate rap to elevate Delicate my debates with celibate beat tapes They don't touch, I crush the crutch of personas Same players in the game claiming that their owners Are not picked, my life, my music I make on my trip Something sensitive for the youth like My Dog Skip And not a little Bow Wow, I rock the rap pow-wow Kids know the now, they follow me like the Dow Over piper-pied, making a musical drive-by On I-5, I slide by, giving a high-five to tie-dyed hippies Trippy pen-tricks, when I write my cla**, it's the sh** that hits Don't ask, it's none of your business, how I do it I send a sound wave forward, you pursue it I knew it when I threw it out, it's moving it through in the cloud Rocking the crowd, making 'em proud, playing it loud Slaying the wild beast, not from the East It's from the West of the beach where I perm and smoke sherm So take your turn to jock, I walk my block and talk To local shop owners about 'Pac and whether or not he's dead Quickly a critic, catch a bullet to the head, pull it, you're dead Looking into the light, go ahead, don't walk back 'Cause if you walk back, I'm co*ked back The black senator strap, and give the trigger a tap And you'll be hanging out with Biggie, Jesus, or Roger from Zapp Take that! Lay flat and lay low or catch a halo While I move on to another song to collect my peso Fresh and not clean, in between the bell curve bottom and the mean I mean, People Under The Stairs, heard not seen, fiend [Thes One] What's it like? [Hook] Thes One & Double K It's like an outrage when punks step on stage With the weak show, weak flow, you still get dough You ain't as dope as you thought, not as nice as you claim Get ready for your downfall, it's only a game (x3) [Verse 2] Double K Yo, we be flowing against dudes, going against rules If you thinking we came to lose, s**a, I got news It's the P's examiner, co*k and then hammer ya Better run, get protection, the lesson we teach Something you can't preach, well, just listen It's hip hop backed by a couple of young guns You thinking we talking sh**, homie be having fun Because we been here for a minute, setting it off Just k**ing you soft, for a small price, it's nice About fifteen for the LP, add the tax You see us on stage and we giving it back One hundred and forty-nine, plus ten percent For my peoples in the crowd with the Js all lit And we the sh** you can't flush, sit there and deal with it We come too real with it, you say we ill with it So, why would anybody want to do that? (Hey, do what?) Diss the P and say the jam was wack I'mma tell you n***as why y'all talk too much Ain't getting no attention, so you steady downing us But we checking y'all like moms and homework (Forgot to put your name on top) Watch the beat drop Like my caddy when I finally get one, I'm on two f** a backpack, big words, man, f** you! I heard you tryin' to funk, like, "These n***as is drunk!" They take theyself too serious (man!), making me furious (man!) But not enough to start acting (nope!) Like I'm Larry Fishburne, I sit back and smoke herb I'm coming in, covered deep, and I got my piece under the seat For any Oliver mark-a** t'Wang Call up the homie O-Dub, said "It's time to bring pain" Better get started on that farewell e-mail Tell 'em Double K and Thes One shall prevail It's the Old School Testament, ready to strike back To the dugout, so we can party all night "Slow down, Double K!" is what the people say I reply "What? I can't!" 'cause I'm a champ Like stepping to the Rap-girl's Delight Make it sunny at night with fresh beats that's tight Beats that sound right, everything y'all like People Under The influence, stealing your bike, punk! [Sample] Rhyme while we get us an end? [Sample] Guess what, y'all? (Scratched and Repeated)