Jappy Jap

Let's hit 'em with it... About to get boots, iller on these dudes... Sugar Ray 'em... and I mean Leonard... check it out... yo...

A brother who's known for his rap!

Ha!

Double K

Yeah, the Double K, you know

The brother who's known for his rap

And who's that?

Thes One!

And that's my man, Thes One

The brother who's known for his rap

Yup, they call me Double K, and yo

A brother who's known for his rap

Way to go! Way to go!

Ha... my man, Jappy Jap!

Now if you see me in a lab coat, don't think I'm just chlling

I'm rubbing my palms together, got plans on taking the villain

Like my nigga Ren, if it ain't rough, it ain't me

And if the beat ain't knocking you over, you know it ain't the P

Guaranteed to be in stock like these busters getting blocked

That's niggas getting mopped from these floors that we rock

They missing hip hop, you see hip hop be missing me with that bull

I got pulled quick, come loaded with the full clip

Blast up your party like a shoot-em-up flick

Busting through the swinging doors with aggression galore

You learnt your lesson before, I hope they keep you on tour

Take your money followed by a pimp slap, that ain't rap

More like a ribbing, man, it's only given that I hit men

All in they emotion glands, I claim band and those niggers know it

They sure ain't coming around, acting fly

Drinking forties, always telling lies in they rhymes

I think they're trying too much, I keep 'em crying too much

The Double keep 'em in a clutch, and with self I stay in touch

But here's a letter for the weak who speak trash when they talk

Take a walk before you end up on stage in chalk, 'cause I'm

A brother who's known for his rap!

Yeah, the most supreme, the Double K

The brother who's known for his rap!

And who's who?

Thes One, drinking beer, having fun in the back

A brother who's known for his rap!

Jappy Jap

The self contained Double K... and who?

A brother who's known for his rap!

Jappy Jap!

Aw, yeah...

It's my job, I twist knobs and make the odds seem to operate chemical

Lyrically polemical, touch ya like a tide pool tentacle

Identical, to unendable, unbendable metal

You claim ghetto fame, that same game, another buster

Crashing through your tracks, I'm the wax claim adjuster

Kick, kick, snare, high-hat, vinyl cognac

Shining like a Sly Stone belt on felt slip mats

You kit-kat, breaking with the new data Zip DAT

Hate to megabyte my hipstyle like a reptile

I'm Croc Hunter, dumb done, we're block blunters

Bleeding beedi burners to Portugals and Turners

Who freaking what we speaking like a deacon who's tweaking

Or a heat-seeking missile (And all you hearing is the whistle)

And jump out your Fubu while we thizzle you

Fizzle is a locate set to take down, translate sound

Tape-deck bound, non-stop to tour jet

Gonna touch your town, if we haven't already yet (Uh huh)

I met a lot of people (Uh huh)

They're waiting for the sequel (Uh huh)

Well here it is, O-S-Teach kids about the People

Aw, yeah... (repeated and scratched)

Yo, and that's how we bringing it like that

Never came square, never thought about coming square

It's the mother with the P, it's me

And my man Thes One, and he rock like that

They call me the Double K, and yo, I rock like that

Brothers known for the rap, we keep it like that

It's the P brother who gets weak like that

A brother who's known for his rap (scratched)

Yo... for his rap, you know where we at

L.A... Los Angeles... Straight up

It's a sunny sky and everything's looking good

Hey, Thes One, how we feel?

You know... Peace!