Om Records's video: People Under the Stairs - Turfbuilders Demo

Om Records is celebrating twenty-five years in the game! The little San Francisco label has grown into a breeding ground for underground talent, producing some of the greatest in the electronic, house, downtempo and hip-hop world. ‘Om Records – 25 Years’ features new and unreleased music from past, present and future artists followed by a retrospective representing a quarter century of independent music. Stream / Download / Vinyl: https://smarturl.it/OmRecords25years People Under The Stairs – Turfbuilders (Demo) Turfbuilders (Demo),’ is an unreleased track from Los Angeles legends People Under The Stairs. This one just oozes all things good and funky. Lyrics: We step on stage From state to state And measure all weight with a crate slingin’ Hustlers juggling twelves Smuggling this real s Snoopy might sniff it And customs they might check it Then punks open it up Suitcase be full of records Visa stamp, he’s a champ Let him through to interlude At hotels tell them bellboys we rule The people gon raise the roof like amish folk Then let the sucka burn like the traumatize smoke Me and the big loc billy goatin’ the local dames Where they not only know the name But happy we came So here it is Rockin’ live Just me and my buddies Controlling the kids through music like Teletubbies Best under the sun And relatively lovely Brixton dub me Hard hitting rugby Rhythms be getting em bubbly the clubs be spinnin’ So funked up they get home and can’t sleep on it You gonna throw it up when you see the P on it Honestly, the tonic and gin is my Huckelberry Fin A lot of adventures I don’t know where to begin, mannnnnn What was I sayin while that P Funk be playing Man you’re rocking with the Jazz, The Thes The Double K and With the love in the town Pump me up Yo we covering ground Now the P be pumping it up By tearing it down And you love this sound (x2) Bust it out, straighten up Gettin’ busy like a high-top fade I rock the get better for the letter the P The go getter of fresh s Double and the Peruvian The ones you should mess with We mess with funky loops And go together like toast and orange juice Made America hang loose Broke up the gang truce Stole the spruce goose and got fly on em Columbian neck tie on em Pumpin like a Newport in rhymes I wrote em in color And every letter was the difference They say I’m spliference in your perriference But I stay out of sight Put a citation on your microphone So leave Mike alone When he doing his thang And hearing the big bang Hear Parliament sang If ya hear any noise, its just me and the boys Just getting drunk and doing what we known for From Fort Collins to Sac Town back down to San Dog With your man and dem, bought a can with them Back for the first time Equivalent to crime in the streets Out of control like Wild teenagers with pagers Swearing in the name of your savior I get funky like Deuteronomy No one be ever harmin’ me MC’s be tauntin me But I strike down from the heavens of dopeness You can quote this Tell em I meant every word and verb Smash your kids with adjectives No additives, those are pro now, it’s like oh wow With the love in the town Pump me up Yo we covering ground Now the P be pumping up By tearing it down You love this sound (x2)