Step Masters

Step master, step faster Step on the gas and turbo jet past ya And it's only begun like Jimmy Castor Dumbin' out, coming out the ghetto blaster We came here to blow your mind Step Masters! Campfire pow-wow, chief up the reefer Three passports, four visas, keep up A grey street sweeper, block runner Stop, I'm not gonna Plottin' now from sundown to sun up I gotta run my funds up but I hope we mutual I'm not a little dumb new fuck, the Usual Suspects become clientele, thread 'em through the needle Or the high of it, decided whether ever felt the Beatles A believer till they label me a dreamer Went from popular to sittin' on the bleachers and slangin' these I am the truth, it's a planet dream I ain't the mover, I'm the man that you hand the cream The students starvin' till we packin' out the Garden If we fall short of House of Blues, pardon I'm out for startin' to finish shit Carvin' out our images This Deliverance, a Bubba Spark futuristic Beats like this Make me bang my head and beat my fist On the table, ropes thicker than them ski lift cables Talk slick, I'll connect both of your lips with staples Like a mummy rap, but this is straight dummy rap Not Easter Bunny rap, don't sleep on the paper Or take money naps, I race on the track like Ricky Bobby Spit it sloppy, my profession's videography I'm high definition, 1080p description Flipping like things that flip Don't read off a script, heavyweight, I make the needle skip Crush 'em like a fuckin' Dorito chip, then move on to the next Lava burns heavy on the decks Middle finger stretch, triple X, words that I stretch Make it impossible for me to catch a breath Move faster, telecaster, coming out the ghetto blaster