Masters of Illusion - Step Up lyrics

Yeah milk Dee: "step up, step - up"
Got Motion Man in the house
"step, step up, step - up"
We got Kool Keith in the house
"step, ss-step, step up, step - up"
Right here we gettin ready to do this
"step, sstep" let's step through this
"step up if you wanna 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 wanna get hurt"
"step up" - scratched repeatedly
"step up if you wanna get hurt"
"step up" - scratched repeatedly
"step up if you wanna 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 avengeance
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 6 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, wack MC's
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 wanna stand up, you married boy
Bring your man up
You got the wedgie, your thong showin
Lookin edgy

"step up" - scratched repeatedly
"step up if you wanna get hurt"
"step up" - scratched repeatedly
"step up if you wanna get hurt"