Watch the step kid, watch the step kid Watch the step kid, watch the step kid I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uh, tick tock, keep tickin' While I get you flippin' off the *** I'm kickin' The lone ranger, cold, wet, danger Deep in the dark with the art To rip the charts apart The man don't too hot to handle your battle He sayin' goodbye like Tevin Campbell Walk neck, Inspector Dex on the set The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal The way I make the crowd go wild Sit back, relax, won't smile Ray got it goin' on, pal Call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat Blow up your project, then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb, *** like math So if you wanna try to flip, you don't flip on the next man Cause I grabbed the clip end, picture with 16 shots And more I got, goin' to war with the meltin' pop It's the method man for short, Mr. Mack Move it on your left, ah And set it off, get it off, let it off like a Gat I wanna break through, cop me back Small change, they puttin' shame in the game I take game and blow that nigga out the frame And like fame, my style'll live forever Niggas crossin' over like they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a soul? Not respect due to the 1-6, ooh, I mean, oh Yo, check out the flow like the Hudson on PCP When I'm dustin' niggas off, because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical blunt make me, ooh What rap, my nut get schooled Here comes my Shaolin style Truth, B-A, but B-Y-U True, my crew with a soul Yeah, yeah, yeah C'mon, baby, baby, c'mon Baby, c'mon, baby, baby, c'mon C'mon Yo, you best protect your neck First things first, man, you're f***ed with the worst I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a f***ed nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slackin' his mat Come fully packed with the fat brother's stack Shame on you when you step through Truth, the old dirty ***, straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be jammed if I let any man come to my center You enter the winter, straight up and down That s*** is fat jammed, you can't slam Don't let me get fool on the man The old dirty *** is dirty and stickin' Ace on your n***a, rollin' With the night of the creeps, n****s be rollin' When the stash ain't sayin' gas Bite my style, I'll bite your motherf***er For crying out loud, my style is wild, so book me Not long, it's how long that this rhyme took me Ejecting styles from my lethal weapon Moppin' that rocks from here to Oregon Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, rifles, and guns, you wouldn't bust back I go and s*** all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stomping grounds I give an order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shooting star Cause you are all is living the life Apart from basketball, point blank As I kick the square biz, there it is Your f***ing pros, your n****s go Yo, chill with the feedback block, we don't need that It's ten o'clock, hoe, where the f*** you see that? Feeling man hostile, wearing alpasto Blowing like Christ when I speak the gospel Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe With the buckets, style, the ruckets Ten times ten men committing mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your f***ing chin Slaying boom bangs like African drums Coming around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap entrainment My planet grease like black unemployment Yeah, another one down Chugga genius, take us the f*** out of here The woo is too slamming for these coke-killer labels So ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel We doing all the sitting like King did Abel Now they money's getting stuck to the gum under the table That's what you get when you misuse what I invent Your empire falls and you lose every cent We're trying to blow up a scrub Now that thought is just as white as a 20-watt light bulb Should've pumped it when I rocked it N****s so stingy, they got short arms and deep pockets Disco's on in some companies with majors They're scared to death to pump these First of all, who's your A&R? A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meaning of dope When he's looking for a suit and tie rap That's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact, we got wet girls and let's have a mud fight