Harry Love, J-Zone - Staircase to Stage lyrics
[Harry Love, J-Zone - Staircase to Stage lyrics]
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
But soon to get an article in rap pages
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
But soon to get an article in rap pages
I lost hope, toking a hot roach
Breathe in the black smoke
Treating these raps like a bad joke
Mad broke, saving up coppers in a glass jar
For a bag full of dope and
A crate load of spava
My flow is like a crow bar to a fast car
I'm joyriding till I get to
Where the stars are
Bling blingin like Zsa Zsa'a rings
But, your funny haha like Jahjah Binks
I got the same faded Carhartt since '94
Still hungover from the night before
Head banging like thrash metal
Fuck getting sucked in by the
Candy like Hansel and Gretal
Leaving mans unsettled by the way that I drop
Fuck a foot in the door
I'll be breaking the lock and taking the lot
So don't stand in the way of my props
I'm staying hardcore while you're
Playing the popstar
But what for? I'm not sure
A couple of bottles of wine and
Calvin Klien in your soft draw
Thinking you got yours
Nowadays Hip Hop is a lost cause
Fuck rapping I'd rather mop
Floors or flip burgers
Than pay these hipocrites my lip service
Spliff burning 'til we turn
Into sick hermit's
All city like bus permit's when
I drop rough verses
Flinging fakes in a hot furnace
Stop acting like your not nervous
On wax I've got a body of work
Like rock circus
Fuck tags I leave my name in the crop circles
I run tracks 'cos I learnt how to hop hurdles
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
But soon to get an article in rap pages
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
But soon to get an article in rap pages
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
But soon to get an article in rap pages
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
But soon to get an article in rap pages
Fuck a job all I do is rest and dress
Tags writing of rubbers when I
Drop my next cassette
Head raps beefing, bring the mad cow on
Zone echos off your dome like
The Shut 'em Down horns
Wack demos find a place in my trash can
(remember that) right next to the swizz
Beats instrumental DAT
They say I'm weak and a rookie
Ok, thats why your mother rocks
A bra with a hoody
Picture me doing a backspin
Or pulling a mac ten
(I've been rapping since the golden age man)
Shit, you was wack then
Who cares about Gazelles
Deep crews and fades
2G is the same I throw boos and eggs
At the show she got mad 'cos
I ain't talking about upliftment
My bad I was checking where
That big booty chick went (bitch)
But, I'm broke so I'm done with hoes
I need a cheque that looks
Digital with 1's and 0's
Maybe I should get a job
Spitting at co-workers
I'm looking up blouses but not
Clicking mouses and cursors
Yo Harry I heard you look like Little Richard
Tell 'em all
(fuck off) 'cos I'm (bloody wicked)
But soon to get an article in rap pages
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
But soon to get an article in rap pages
I lost hope, toking a hot roach
Breathe in the black smoke
Treating these raps like a bad joke
Mad broke, saving up coppers in a glass jar
For a bag full of dope and
A crate load of spava
My flow is like a crow bar to a fast car
I'm joyriding till I get to
Where the stars are
Bling blingin like Zsa Zsa'a rings
But, your funny haha like Jahjah Binks
I got the same faded Carhartt since '94
Still hungover from the night before
Head banging like thrash metal
Fuck getting sucked in by the
Candy like Hansel and Gretal
Leaving mans unsettled by the way that I drop
Fuck a foot in the door
I'll be breaking the lock and taking the lot
So don't stand in the way of my props
I'm staying hardcore while you're
Playing the popstar
But what for? I'm not sure
A couple of bottles of wine and
Calvin Klien in your soft draw
Thinking you got yours
Nowadays Hip Hop is a lost cause
Fuck rapping I'd rather mop
Floors or flip burgers
Than pay these hipocrites my lip service
Spliff burning 'til we turn
Into sick hermit's
All city like bus permit's when
I drop rough verses
Flinging fakes in a hot furnace
Stop acting like your not nervous
On wax I've got a body of work
Like rock circus
Fuck tags I leave my name in the crop circles
I run tracks 'cos I learnt how to hop hurdles
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
But soon to get an article in rap pages
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
But soon to get an article in rap pages
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
But soon to get an article in rap pages
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
But soon to get an article in rap pages
Fuck a job all I do is rest and dress
Tags writing of rubbers when I
Drop my next cassette
Head raps beefing, bring the mad cow on
Zone echos off your dome like
The Shut 'em Down horns
Wack demos find a place in my trash can
(remember that) right next to the swizz
Beats instrumental DAT
They say I'm weak and a rookie
Ok, thats why your mother rocks
A bra with a hoody
Picture me doing a backspin
Or pulling a mac ten
(I've been rapping since the golden age man)
Shit, you was wack then
Who cares about Gazelles
Deep crews and fades
2G is the same I throw boos and eggs
At the show she got mad 'cos
I ain't talking about upliftment
My bad I was checking where
That big booty chick went (bitch)
But, I'm broke so I'm done with hoes
I need a cheque that looks
Digital with 1's and 0's
Maybe I should get a job
Spitting at co-workers
I'm looking up blouses but not
Clicking mouses and cursors
Yo Harry I heard you look like Little Richard
Tell 'em all
(fuck off) 'cos I'm (bloody wicked)