Step By Step

[Intro] This goes out To all the big head niggas And all them big head bitches You know my steezo [Verse 1] Yo, yo, yo, yo Deadly melodic, robotic steezo blur your optic So you can't see the topic, condition combo Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my pancho Another bad desperado, trapped inbetween The hills and the El Dorados, but you can't do that Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback Is when I condemn men to purgatory Stick a pen, do 'em in, eight million stories In the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner Blood stain on my track record, top gunner [Chorus] You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her ("Step in the Arena" sample scratched) Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit [Verse 2] Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender No retreat no surrender, head trauma Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session With immaculate conception, hit yo' section With my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit E Double up, dammit, Iron Lung flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know It's time that I take advantage, take command, yo Cops caught me red-handed, "Blood On the Dance Floor" Or was it Michael Jackson Fuck it, time for some action Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening [Chorus] You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her ("Step in the Arena" sample scratched) Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make 'em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know, you better school her [Verse 3] Before she get her back blown Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin' Automate and keep it goin', right and exact Runnin' track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch 'em wit my rap slogan Jack Frost, leave 'em frozen Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan Hand written ass-whippin, I keep spittin' At any head-on collision, throw dart with precision And split decision, tell your old folk And your children what I'm dealin' Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain 'Til I see you at the ooh-building, motherfuckers [Chorus] You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her ("Step in the Arena" sample scratched) Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit [Outro] This one, is dedicated to my big head niggas And all them big head bitches All them big head bitches