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    "Step Up" Lyrics

    Masters Of Illusion

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    Step up, step up
    Got Motion Man in the house
    Step, step up, step up
    We got cool Keith in the house
    Step, step, step up, step up
    Right here we gettin' ready to do this
    Step, step
    Let's step through this
    Step up if you want to get hurt

    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 want to get hurt
    Step up
    Step up if you want to get hurt
    Step up
    Step up if you want to 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 a vengeance, 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 six 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, whack emcees
    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 want to stand up, you married boy, bring your man up
    You got the wedgie, your thong showin', lookin' edgy

    Step up
    Step up if you want to get hurt
    Step up
    Step up if you want to get hurt
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY.
    Written by Keith Thornton, Kurt Matlin, Paul Laster.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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