1.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
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