Masters Of Illusion – Step Up lyrics

Yeah
Step up, step up
Got Motion Man in the house
Step, step up, step up
We got cool Keith in the house
Step, step, step up, step up
Right here we gettin' ready to do this
Step, step
Let's step through this
Step up if you want to get hurt
Yeah

My shit is Ironman magazine built, flip through the pages
See my lyrics straight posin' on cycles, they flex the looks
I'm black coffee for you non-morning people, feel my Joe
Lock it down, slippin' tight in a bow, don't press the issue
My shit is out here, water partner you tissue
Deep back in that Cadillac, I'm pullin' heat from under the seats
I drive a garbage truck for trash talkin', alleyway, stray cats
I toss you in the back and drop you off at the dump
I'm comin' out, aerobic mailman, the shape you drop you writ in lettuce
My sack is full and my delivery is John Stockton
You rent your looks, you left your rest fly and came back busted
Reviewing applications, everybody's fired
Lyrics kinetic let it set it embedded
Up in they head is baldheaded dreaded Afros get wetted, when I met her
Take fate, today's date, I'm out to just D great
I'm headed for the papers and shredded, currency yo
My edit mastered down and it's loaded, leave you bloated
More filling great taste in your belly, new connection
Next level, takin' over all sections, one direction
I got a daughter out here half Mexican, she need to eat
Back up off the mic and pull up your Underoos, I ain't no pedophile
The street lights, get yo' ass home, I'm on yo' hyde is chapped
They love it when I'm checkin' these raps

Step up if you want to get hurt
Step up
Step up if you want to get hurt
Step up
Step up if you want to get hurt

Yo, I see rap now, it's all scam and marketin'
Promotion budget, you frontin', you drive a bucket
Got your laminates from baldheaded Jack the Rapper
You ain't no rapper, actin like you Micky Jagger
You out there riffin', I'm makin' calls to Gene Griffin
Impact a vengeance, female rappers with extensions
Sewin' they wig skullcaps, tryin' to cover naps
P's in the back of they beanie, a rented Lamborghini
You frontin' hard on BET, tryin' to eat linguini
You ain't Italian, with six carat your fake medallions
Frontin' ass homo, rap style can't flow slow
Money for stickers, burn the kids who drew your first logo
Be duckin' royalties, sabotage, whack emcees
Your facilities, on 4 track, when you record
You never walk away with tights and a rap reward
No matter how complex, you try to make the equation
I light a match and throw it at you at a gas station
Open yo' can up, and bake yo' left mic hand up
You want to stand up, you married boy, bring your man up
You got the wedgie, your thong showin', lookin' edgy

Step up
Step up if you want to get hurt
Step up
Step up if you want to get hurt