People Under the Stairs - Keepin' It Live Lyrics

What you mean I ain't making no money off this Hip-Hop shit?
Yeah, I know this is all I do is stay up and make beats
You know, this is how we make our living
This is what the people want us to do
Nah, I'm not gonna get a job there
And I'm not gonna work there, nah, not at Gap
Fuck it, hey, come over here, let's listen to Thes One (check it out)

It was me and Double K in my room in '95
Beatboxing on the mic, recording the tape live (live)
Before we arrived on the scene, you know what I mean
When it was all about, I forgot, man forget it (come on)
See now the P is sweated as a global affair
But it seems those closest to me seem the least to care
When it was "Rah-rah, y'all can do it" back in the day
Now it's like three hours deep and "When are you getting paid?"
My records are played, I sleep smiling every night
But when I wake up, it's something else, a whole new fight
Like cats double crossing me, that I try and help out
If it wasn't for me and Double that shit wouldn't come out
So recognize whose the guys devoting they life to it
Sacrificed stability to flex our ability
crew, the iller artillery
I can't chill until we fulfill the plan of having mic's in the hand
The sole reason I was cast down on this land
Is to sit in front of the MPC and turn the bland into the Flambé
Things to play to make your day
Same shit ten years ago I'm doing today
And ten years from now, so don't ask how or even why (why)
B-boy for life, fuck a suit and a tie
'Cause I'll know I made a difference on the day that I die
Ayo, I b-boy for life so fuck a suit and a tie

Yeah, and I feel you man
She be talking that ole bullshit, you know
You know, "Maybe you should get out and go get a job" you know
Or-or, "We can't spend enough time" you know what I'm saying? Man
Just like you, Big Thes, man
I done spent all my life tryna do this hip-hop shit (fuck it)
Think it was like 95-96, when I

Perfected my track skills on the SP
Murdered ten seconds in a minute, peers couldn't get it
Mike was walking on water, my brother you shoulda seen it
Got ate up in some rap battles, I'm here to redeem it
Like a rain check hustler, scoping the aisles
Shocking lyrics making beats just to keep it on file
With the ADAT Zip on the floppy I'm never coming sloppy
No reason to copy niggas, I'm dope so go figure
Not conceited nigga, I'm confident when I'm dropping it
Hold the microphone firm, let the lyrics burn
Like the Buddha to the Sherm
I'm mellow with one word, two
let it cage, bringing better days when I bust
Stay grounded with my head in the clouds and that's a must
Ya know, just a piece in my Hip-Hop black book
Outlining the track y'all watch for the hook
Filling in my ideas, here to keep your style shook
Never rapping like niggas just to be in the game
I'm coming from the inside so y'all remember my name
Yo, it's the K Dub, trouble bringing, the notorious one
Couldn't be stopped, keeping these sucka crews on the run, ya dig it?
No matter what y'all say, do or know
it's me and Thes One maintaining the, uhh

You know how it goes, man
it's me and Thes One, like always, it's two of us
Keepin' it live, keepin' it fresh, I dunno man
Sometimes I just feel like we can't take it no more
Like we just gonna bust back ya know battle rapping, backpacking
Yeah, yeah, we backrapping
Backrapping and slapping all you fools in the face
You just a, you just a
Just a disgrace to the, to the, to the, yeah
I like how it sounds right there, man
It's real, real mellow, real jazzy like, ya dig
Ow, word up, ow, word up, word up, ow, word up
Thes One and uh, the Double, get by and my man the-, yeah
Zip by, yeah, he in the house, yeah, he's with The Double
he in the house, yeah, we all in the house
whatever, we never leaving 'til the beat swing through
yeah, sucka