Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Step Off, artist - The Furious Five.
Date of issue: 30.01.2005
Song language: English
Step Off |
Chrous: |
Step, step, step, step, step off |
Because you got to get lost because you know you’re soft, uh-huh. |
Step, step, step, step, step off |
Because you got to get lost because you know you’re soft, uh-huh-huh. |
Step, step, step, step, step off |
Because you got to get lost because you know you’re soft. |
I was sittin’on the corner just a-wastin'my time |
When I realised I was the king of the rhyme. |
I got on the microphone and what do you see? |
Huh, the rest was my legacy. |
I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing, |
To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings. |
I own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold |
Because rap is the game that I control. |
I’m like Shakespeare, I’m a pioneer |
Because I made rap somethin’people wanted to hear. |
See, before my reign, it was the same old same, |
To the ba with the ba, that street-talk game, |
So if you ever, let me make this clear, |
If you ever think that we’re steppin’out of here, |
You ever think you’re gettin’up, down, around or in, |
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend |
Because the door is closed and we’re in town |
And the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn! |
(Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh. |
Step, step, step, step, step off.) |
Well, I’m Kieth Cowboy and you’re my cow, |
So what you MC’s gonna do now? |
It’s gonna be a slaughter and here’s my plan. |
You won’t even get bread and water, my man. |
Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks |
With another wack rapper tied to your back, |
And if you wanna hang yourself out to dry, |
It’s te beautiful round-up in the sky. |
I’m the carry-out kid when my trigger’s in cock. |
I’ll be carryin’out bodies stiff as a rock. |
Carryin’out a million dollars in my pockets and hand, |
But I carry out orders from no man, |
'Cause anything you wanna do, I already did. |
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid, |
But in my MC school, my class is packed |
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back. |
The bow-legged brother, there’ll never be another. |
I buy a mansion for my mother. |
The 24/7, the Kool-Aid smile, |
Say, Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile. |
(Repeat chorus) |
Come on. |
Now you know just who I am And what I do because I’m in demand, |
Because I look good. |
Do you hear, my man? |
And if you can’t take that, you chump your old hand. |
One girl at a time get an MC |
So how could you think that you rank with me? |
If you only did your homework, you would surely find |
When Scorp’get girls, they all be fine |
And the only girl that you could take of mine |
Is the one that I left way behind |
And plus you’re cheap, you’re petty, your music is trash. |
You need to go to the bank and get some cash |
Because talkin’don’t pay, you’re driftin’away. |
When I see you on the stage, I’m-a blow you away. |
You’re right. |
There is no diff between me and you |
Except I look good and you look through. |
Take that. |
(Repeat last two lines of chorus) |
Little pieces of a dream is all you mean |
Since the day you stepped into the MC scene. |
Bitin’your moves, takin’fake awards, |
Sayin’everyone else is perpetratin’the frauds, |
But you’re nothin’but a clone of a flesh and bone. |
Now you’re tryin’to play gone on the microphone, |
But I tell you 'bout a night and you know I’m right |
When you listen to us rockin’to the broad daylight, |
And then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss, |
But then you prayed to God that you could be like us. |
Then God was great and God was true |
And he tried to show you how to be like you, |
But you still didn’t get where you wanted to go When you gathered in a group and got your own show |
'Cause without the source, the force won’t survive. |
For eternity, the source is alive. |
You forgot the words of your creator |
And now he’s made you a perpetrator, |
Forever in a world of you and a girl, |
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl. |
You must spread the words of the master teacher. |
You die by the rhymes and the streets’ll eat you. |
The words are a gift we will never flaunt. |
That’s why we’re gonna get everything we want. |
Just like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen |
And I’m the bonafide vocal master supreme, |
And I’m here to run it down for the ladies and gents |
For my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense, |
See, you’re down with Cowboy, you’ll be rockin’the show. |
With King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio, |
Kamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike |
And goin’down in the books is the king of the night, |
So if you’re ever in a battle, I’m-a make you my slave |
And I’m-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave. |
Leave behind all your fame and wealth |
So you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh. |
I mnay sound possessed, but you know I’m blessed |
With the will to make sense of all this mess. |
I’m the power of the sun that shines in the sky |
And I’m the only MC that’ll never die, |
So just rock and don’t stop 'til you hit the top, |
But when you see Mellie Mel, you’re gonna have to drop. |
RRRAHHH! |
And not only that, |
(Repeat first four lines of chorus) |
And for all you MC’s, you heard my story |
On my super-fly, cold-crushin'fame and glory, |
How I rocked the children and the young ladies. |
I even rocked the country that was overseas |
'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew. |
Because I did it to Chaka, I’m-a do it to you. |
I’m-a show you how I rocked it, y’all, all night long, |
But when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said, |
Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan., I said, |
Let me rock you, that’s all I wanna do. |
Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan., I said. |
Let me me rock you 'cause I feel for you. |
Chaka Khan, won’t you tell me what you wanna do? |
Do you feel for me the way I feel for you. |
Chaka Khan, let me tell you what I wanna do. |
I wanna love you, wanna hug you, wanna squeeze you too, |
So let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka |
'Cause you know that I’m the one to keep you warm, Chaka. |
I’ll make you more than just a physical spell. |
I wanna rock you, Chaka baby, 'cause my name is Mellie Mel. |
(Instrumental break) |
Say what, y’all. |
Say what. |
To the DJ scratch, the metro match |
'Cause we’re comin’out fresh with a brand new batch, |
So takin’you off into the galaxy |
Is Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE! |
(Cutting and scratching 'till end) |