Step Masters - Step Brothers

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