Step Masters

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