Step Up

[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