STEP UP/NOBODY'S LISTENING/IT'S GOING DOWN Who can rock a rhyme like this? Bring it to you every time like this? Who can rock a rhyme like this? Step, step up, step, step up
Watch as the room rocks Mentally moonwalk Mixed media slang Banging in your boom box verbal violence Lyrical stylist In a time when rock hip hop rhymes are childish You can't tempt me with rhymes that are empty Rapping to a beat doesn't make you an emcee With your lack of skill and facility You're killing me And a DJ in the group just for credibility I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes You're not an emcee if someone else writes your lines And rapping over rock doesn't make you a pioneer Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years But now they're getting randomly mixed and matched up All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck So how does it stack up? None of it's real You want to be an emcee you've got to study the skill
(Who can rock a rhyme like this? Bring it to you every time like this? Who can rock a rhyme like this? Step, step up, step, step up)
(Come, come, come, comin' at you. Come, coming at you. Come, comin' at you)
Yo, pick the style and the kids checking for it The number one question is 'how could you ignore it?' And drop right back in the cut over basement tracks and rap stack got you backing us up Like..Rewind that! We're just rollin' with the rhythm, rise from the ashes of stylistic division With these not stopping in lyrics and life living, not to be forgotten, still unforgiven But in the meantime, there are those who wanna talk this
and that, so what? Suppose that it gets to a point where feelings got to get hurt, and get dirty with the people spreading the dirt? It goes...
Tried to give you warning, but everyone ignores me Told you everything loud and clear But nobody's listening Called to you so clearly, but you don't want to hear me Told you everything loud and clear But nobody's listening
It's goin' down The rhythm projects 'round the next sound Reflects a complex hybrid dialect now Detect the mesh of many elements compressed down The melting-pot of a super-futuresque sound The combination of a vocal caress With lungs that gasp for breath from emotional stress With special effects and a distorted collage Carefully lodged between beats of a rhythmic barrage
(It's goin' down A logical progression on the timeline The separation narrowed down to a fine line To blur the edges so they blend together properly Take you on an audible oddysey now) x2
It's goin' down Put it out for the world to see LP and X-men to the tenth degree It's goin' down Nobody in the world is safe When we melt down the wax in your record crates It's goin' down Put it out for the world to see LP and X-men to the tenth degree It's goin' down Nobody in the world is safe When we melt down the wax in your record crates