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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? [2x]
Step, step up, step, step up

So you pick up a pen and write yourself a new identity
But mentally you don’t have the hip hop energy
With a tendency to make up stories
Sounding like the only hip hop you’ve heard is top 40
And your record company is completely missing it
All the kids are dissing it for not being legitimate
So in a battle you can’t hack it
React with whack shit
And get smacked with verbal back flips
Get your ass kicked by fabulous battle catalysts
It’s taken decades for emcees to establish this
You’re new to hip hop and welcome if your serious
But not on the mic
Leave that to the experienced

(Using the waves of sound the true master paralyzes his opponents, leaving him
vulnerable to attack)

[Chorus (2x)]

(After years of pain staking research by the world’s leading sound scientists, we
here at the sound institute have invented a reliable audio weapons system. Actual
movement of musical sound in space used to carefully attack and neutralize the
cellular structure of the human body, and the question must be asked.)

[Chorus (2x)]

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Been working hard everyday
(9 to 5)
I need a place to get away
(where i can feel alive)
Seems like my drama, it won’t ever cease
(i had to stay away)
Now it’s time to find my inner peace
(i’m coming out to play)

This will be my night
I will get up on this floor
And lose what’s left of my mind
Let the rhythm take control

1 – step on up, let your body go
Cuz i know you wanna do it so
When you hear the groove
You’ve gotta know
That it’s time to make your move
Just step on up now

This party’s got me feeling right, yeah
(i found a place to unwind, oh yeah)
I’m thinking ‘bout myself tonight
(relax and ease your mind)
Ain’t holdin’ back, i’m gonna let it go
(throw all my cares away, yeah yeah)
Now i’ll be sure to let my feelings flow
(i’m coming out to play)

This will be my night, yeah
I’mma get up on this floor
And lose the last of my mind
Let the rhythm take control

Repeat 1
Repeat 1

And you won’t turn away
Gotta get on the floor
Let’s go, before it’s too late
Keep it movin’ all night long

Repeat 1 to fade

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1, 2, 3 – Go!

Broken,
Yeah, you’ve been living on the edge of a broken dream.
Nothing,
Yeah, that’s the only thing you’ll ever take away from me.

I’m never gonna stop,
I’m never gonna drop,
Ain’t no different than it was before.

So take some good advice,
You better stop and think twice,
Before you take your first step,
Out that door.

If you wanna step up (step up),
You’re gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
If you wanna step up (step up),
You’re gonna get knocked down.

You had your chance to walk away.
Live to see another day.

If you wanna step up (step up),
You’re gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
You’re gonna get knocked down…

Aaaaah…

Suffering,
Yeah, that’s the only thing here that’s left for you.
Nothing,
Yeah, that’s the only thing you’re ever gonna — do.

I’m never gonna stop,
I’m never gonna drop,
Ain’t no different than it was before.

So take some good advice,
You better stop and think twice,
Before you take your first step,
Out that door.

So if you wanna step up (step up),
You’re gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
If you wanna step up (step up),
You’re gonna get knocked down.

You had your chance to walk away.
Live to see another day.

If you wanna step up (step up),
You’re gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
You’re gonna get knocked down…

You’re gonna get knocked down…

And now you’ve crossed that line…
You must be out your mind.

Go.

If you wanna step up (step up),
You’re gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
If you wanna step up (step up),
You’re gonna get knocked down.

You had your chance to walk away.
Live to see another day.

If you wanna step up (step up),
You’re gonna get knocked down (knocked down).
You’re gonna get knocked down…

You’re gonna get knocked down (step up).

You’re gonna get knocked down…

You’re gonna get knocked down (step up).

You’re gonna get knocked… down!

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Watch as the room rocks
Watch as the room rocks
Mentally moonwalk
Mentally moonwalk
Mixed media slang Banging in your boom box
Mixed media slang
verbal violence
Banging in your boom box verbal violence
Lyrical stylist
Lyrical stylists
In a time when rock hip hop rhymes are childish
In a time when rock hip hop rhymes are childish
You can’t tempt me with rhymes that are empty
You can’t tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn’t make you an emcee
Rapping to a beat doesn’t make you an emcee
With your lack of skill and facility
With your lack of skill and facility
You’re killing meAnd a DJ in the group just for credibility
You’re killing me
I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
You’re not an emcee if someone else writes your lines
I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
And rapping over rock doesn’t make you a pioneer
You’re not an emcee if someone else writes your lines
Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years
And rapping over rock doesn’t make you a pioneer
But now they’re getting randomly mixed and matched up
Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years
All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
But now they’re getting randomly mixed and matched up
So how does it stack up? None of it’s real
All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
You want to be an emcee you’ve got to study the skill
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?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Step, step up, step, step up
Who can rock a rhyme like this?

Step, step up, step, step up
So you pick up a pen and write yourself a new identity

But mentally you don’t have the hip hop energy
So you pick up a pen and write yourself a new identity
With a tendency to make up stories
But mentally you don’t have the hip hop energy
Sounding like the only hip hop you’ve heard is top 40
With a tendency to make up stories
And your record company is completely missing it
Sounding like the only hip hop you’ve heard is top 40
All the kids are dicing it for not being legitimate
And your record company is completely missing it
So in a battle you can’t hack it
All the kids are dissing it for not being legitimate
React with whack ***And get smacked with verbal back flips
So in a battle you can’t hack it
Get your *** kicked by fabulous battle catalysts
React with whack ****
It’s taken decades for emcees to establish this
And get smacked with verbal back flips
You’re new to hip hop and welcome if your serious
Get your *** kicked by fabulous battle catalysts
But not on the micLeave that to the experienced
It’s taken decades for emcees to establish this

You’re new to hip hop and welcome if your serious
(Using the waves of sound the true master paralyses his opponents, leaving him
But not on the mic
vulnerable to attack)
Leave that to the experienced

Who can rock a rhyme like this?
(Using the waves of sound the true master paralyzes his opponents,
Bring it to you every time like this?
leaving him vulnerable to attack)
Who can rock a rhyme like this?

Step, step up, step, step up
Who can rock a rhyme like this?

Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Step, step up, step, step up
Who can rock a rhyme like this?

Step, step up, step, step up
Who can rock a rhyme like this?

Bring it to you every time like this?
(After years of pain staking research by the world’s leading sound scientists,
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
we here at the sound institute have invented a reliable audio weapons system.
Step, step up, step, step up
Actual movement of musical sound in space used to carefully attack

and neutralize the cellular structure of the human body, and the question must be asked.)
(After years of pain staking research by the world’s leading sound scientists,

we here at the sound institute have invented a reliable audio weapons system.
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Actual movement of musical sound in space used to carefully attack and neutralize the cellular structure of the human body,
Bring it to you every time like this?
and the question must be asked.)
Who can rock a rhyme like this?

Step, step up, step, step up
Who can rock a rhyme like this?

Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Step, step up, step, step up
Who can rock a rhyme like this?

Step, step up, step, step up
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

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Daz:
Aw yeah!
Right about now it’s time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i

(wait a minute, um)

Crooked i:
This is the art of, manslaughter
When i’m rockin’ i’m more shockin’ than droppin’ a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin’ a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,
Your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin’ infamous menaces
I’m waitin’ to get dicced, if not, i’m a start finishin’ innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), i’m breezin the region
Freezin g’s in your legion
Freakin’ ancient techniques when i’m speakin’ phoenician
It’s all about crooked
These bitches shout crooked
I’ll make you say the west coast aint shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas’ll get disabled
When i’m spittin’ rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that’s for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Daz:
Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?
Can you fucc with this?
Let’s get kurupt the kingpin to fucc y’all niggas up
Y’all don’t wanna see none of this west coast mc shit
Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?!

Kurupt:
Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when i create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see i continue mashin’ mcs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
These venemous injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don’t compare me to none
Not one’s nearly
Severe, cuz i severely, impare mcs
Near me, oppose and fear me, i got plots and theories
Sincerely, i could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for touching microphones
With no knowledge on how to rock

Daz:
Yeah, back in effect, it don’t stop
Turn your speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin’ it up like this and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin’ house
Alkaholiks!

Xzibit:
When i was enlisted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin’ obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
It’ll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can’t be done
I’m the rough cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don’t test me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That aint a threat, that’s a promise i can definitely keep
You can’t compete wit’ 25 niggas wit’ heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit’ mine
I own shit but gimme some more like busta rhymes
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I’m the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin’ the crowds hyper
It’s ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can’t stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My dogg kurupt

Daz:
Yeah, no shit
Yeah, y’all can’t fucc wit’ that

That’s what i’m talkin’ about
West coast, we been doin’ this shit for years
Aint nothin’ happenin’ wit’ that
Battlecat
(don’t step up)
Right, right
(don’t step up, unles you wanna get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh

(get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin’ in the battle
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That’s what i’m talkin’ about
Daz dillinger
(don’t step up, unless you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, break it down
Huh

(mixed with battlecat’s scratching)

Motherfuccas can’t fade this shit

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Daz:
Aw yeah!
Right about now it’s time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i

(wait a minute, um)

Crooked i:
This is the art of, manslaughter
When i’m rockin’ i’m more shockin’ than droppin’ a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin’ a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,
Your body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin’ infamous menaces
I’m waitin’ to get dicced, if not, i’m a start finishin’ innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), i’m breezin the region
Freezin g’s in your legion
Freakin’ ancient techniques when i’m speakin’ phoenician
It’s all about crooked
These bitches shout crooked
I’ll make you say the west coast aint shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas’ll get disabled
When i’m spittin’ rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that’s for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Daz:
Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?
Can you fucc with this?
Let’s get kurupt the kingpin to fucc y’all niggas up
Y’all don’t wanna see none of this west coast mc shit
Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?!

Kurupt:
Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
In the mystic state of mind, when i create a rhyme
My microphone massacres every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me
As you can see i continue mashin’ mcs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
These venemous injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make mcs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don’t compare me to none
Not one’s nearly
Severe, cuz i severely, impare mcs
Near me, oppose and fear me, i got plots and theories
Sincerely, i could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for touching microphones
With no knowledge on how to rock

Daz:
Yeah, back in effect, it don’t stop
Turn your speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin’ it up like this and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin’ house
Alkaholiks!

Xzibit:
When i was enlisted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky screamin’ obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
It’ll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can’t be done
I’m the rough cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don’t test me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That aint a threat, that’s a promise i can definitely keep
You can’t compete wit’ 25 niggas wit’ heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit’ mine
I own shit but gimme some more like busta rhymes
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I’m the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin’ the crowds hyper
It’s ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can’t stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My dogg kurupt

Daz:
Yeah, no shit
Yeah, y’all can’t fucc wit’ that

That’s what i’m talkin’ about
West coast, we been doin’ this shit for years
Aint nothin’ happenin’ wit’ that
Battlecat
(don’t step up)
Right, right
(don’t step up, unles you wanna get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh

(get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin’ in the battle
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That’s what i’m talkin’ about
Daz dillinger
(don’t step up, unless you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, break it down
Huh

(mixed with battlecat’s scratching)

Motherfuccas can’t fade this shit