[Intro: Grap Luva, w/ Pete Rock scratches]
A little bit, if you can get it out...
I ain't gonna say it, 'cause I'll mess it up... go ahead then
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin', InI's in the place
Here to do our thing, you know what I'm sayin', step up time
Time to claim something that's real out here, know what I'm sayin'
Something that you can live for, know what I'm sayin
The seeds, you know what I'm sayin
Time to build, time to step up, yo
[Verse 1: Rob-O, (Grap Luva)]
I stay at the center of news, gossip, and interviews
(You can't lose, G)
Overstand the rules, see the style can get rude
When you witness the God of the groove
Saying the shit too smooth (To make you move)
Show and prove, plus attract a lot
Yeah, I'm hot like "what," up in your face with the product
No hesitation in a world of frustration
'Cause I'm facing a grown man sport situation
[Verse 2: Grap Luva]
Check it – each time we hit the studio, we lay down laws
With no pause, we already belittled the flaws
Sheer perfection, like the 'ultimate driving machine'
We stand lean, and always literate what we mean
Brothers don't be overstanding the plans that we be havin'
Crushing all these clowns, 'cause it's all about the mic grabbin'
I'm from the land where the righteous and the rude rest
The Vernon ville, where living life, it be the true test
[Hook: Pete Rock, (Grap Luva)]
Step up
Step up time
Step up (Yeah)
Step up time ('Cause is step up time)
Yeah, yeah, step up time
Step up, yo
Step up time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, step up time
Step up
Step up time
Step up, kid
Step up time
Yeah, yeah
Check it, step up time
[Verse 3: Ras, (Grap Luva)]
(Selah) The prayer starts, now you smell the first sparks of the flame
The gods warn me that it's not a game
So is He, so proceed
The first seed was dropped when InI came to rock the spot (What)
I caught the props when I flocked to the hot jams at the city (Uh)
The shorties look pretty, wanna join my commitee
Of rude-boy rebels, underground like the Devil
But I never pray, just maintain, eyes dazed from smoke
And thoughts about the stages getting smoked
Concentration on going for broke
You know you can't cope with the Rasta with the fire in his eyes
Yo, it ain't no surprise, I keep it live to survive the shit-stem
I can't get caught up as a victim
But if I do – I'll go out lickin'
Over the stickin', 'cause I'm 'bout fed up as the Fat Boys
It's time for InI to make noise, and step up
[Hook: Pete Rock]
Yeah, step up time
Step up
Step up time
Step up
Step up time, son
Yeah, step up time
Step up
Step up time
Step up
Step up time
Step up
Step up time
Yeah, yeah, step up time
[Verse 4: Grap Luva]
Yeah, yeah... so now you know there's no need to stop elevating
Penetrating the glass top
Hold on to manhood with all your life
'Cause some situations are bound to give strife
You won't get a harvest if you don't sow seeds
Ill-gained wealth brings stress from dirty deeds
The choices that you make will fulfill your needs
But the shit you go through will be hard to believe
[Verse 5: Rob-O, (Grap Luva)]
Yo, the shit's ridiculous, and I should know by now
Still, this particular flow gets me over somehow
From selling crills in the streets (What) to making phat beats
You're fuckin' with cheeks to make your ends meet (Uh)
The wrong move spells defeat, so wisdom is shown
Things I see vs the knowledge that's known (Peace)
I won't apologize for seeds I've sown
It's step up time, you're on your own
[Hook: Pete Rock]
So step up
Step up time
Step up
Step up time
Yeah, yeah
Step up time
Step up
Step up time
C'mon
Step up time
Step up
Step up time
Step up, kid
Step up time
Yeah, yeah
[Outro: Pete Rock]
And we out – InI flavor, peace
Grap Luva, Rob-O
Ras, Marco Polo – InI
Grap Luva on the beat
Sure sound complete
And my name is Pete
And we out 'til next week
Peace
