
Date of issue: 13.03.2011
Record label: Piecelock 70
Song language: English
Step In |
I be the first ripper with the gift of the gab |
Getting 'em mad when they see me coming, it’s like, «Uh oh |
We running!» |
My presence is in the past tense of your mind |
Can’t forget it, but better get with it for the slipping |
We whipping, I’m sitting 'em down in alphabetical order |
Your rhyme’s worth a penny, man, somebody said it was a quarter |
I knew it was chump change, some change their attitude |
I change my altitude, high, in the afternoon |
Everyday of the weekend, I’m a warrior seeking |
A fresh drum loop and guitars to get me tweaking |
Like a speed freak, doing it knee-deep |
So round and round, from town to town, we go to the next show |
Telephone holder to reach out and touch this |
Electrifying, hair-raising enough to get 'em pissed |
I ain’t a rapper, I’m a groover, whack-party remover |
Yeah, we used to sing «Hoover!», now we known to school |
A fishy MC I got my MD, for the moment I’m done, learn it on your own, son |
Experience is a teacher, black guys are preachers |
I be the illest rhyme reader, kick drum beater, the pretty women greeter |
Non funk-faker, sushi bar hater, bitch user, drug abuser |
Like I said before, I’m all about the dollar, making 'nuff sense |
So to the change we go, and to the change we go, and to the… |
You know who we are, yeah, you know who we be |
Yo, she us on stage, you seen us in the street |
You see us in the record store, buying it up |
Sly told you to try, but you ain’t trying enough! |
Ai-yo, seguimos con la onda nueva la bomb betamax p el he p (PLAP?) porque |
Piraten los CD’s so accion on the phone like they home: |
I gotta go, stepfather yelling up the staircase like «GO!» |
Turn down your stereo and Mario Brothers |
Beat lovers uncover the funk like «Ta-da!» |
Who check a jawbone and dirt comb like archeologists |
So follow this artistry, curriculum for colleges |
I ought to be the audible, switching to offense, button-loop |
I go deep, guaranteed openness |
You catch a pass like Al Bundy, rocking at Polk |
Touchdown turn to smoke when rocking for kinfolk |
It’s too hard, feel my propane like Hank Hill |
We’re too raw, take the beef straight to the grill |
Like don’t phase, like bomb blaze and brown beer |
Pack up your keyboard, we don’t play that shit 'round here |
I’m Thes One, producing MC, one of the best |
He’s Double K on the cut, we the P.U.T.S |
So here it is, word to Biz Mark and Jazz Jeff, they said «Don't stop» |
I «California Roll» through the crosswalk |
It’s too def, my rhymes toss signs and gangbang |
Set up shop like Freeway Rick and lane change in L. A… |
Ay-yo, you know who we are, yeah, you know who we be |
Yo, she us on stage, you seen us in the street |
You see us in the record store, buying it up |
It’s like I told you to try, but you ain’t trying enough! |
We’ve got it all together |
Coming on strong |
Lay it on me |
That really sounds good |
Satisfaction guaranteed |
Dyn-o-mite! |
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