Step, step, step, step, step off
Because you got to get lost because you know youre soft, uh-huh.
Step, step, step, step, step off
Because you got to get lost because you know youre soft, uh-huh-huh.
Step, step, step, step, step off
Because you got to get lost because you know youre soft.
I was sittin on the corner just a-wastin my time
When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.
I got on the microphone and what do you see?
Huh, the rest was my legacy.
I was born to be the king of the be-bop swing,
To have stallions and medallions, big diamond rings.
I own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold
Because rap is the game that I control.
Im like Shakespeare, Im a pioneer
Because I made rap somethin people wanted to hear.
See, before my reign, it was the same old same,
To the ba with the ba, that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you ever think that were steppin out of here,
You ever think youre gettin up, down, around or in,
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend
Because the door is closed and were in town
And the only place you can go is down!
Step, step, step, step, step off.
Well, Im Kieth Cowboy and youre my cow,
So what you MCs gonna do now?
Its gonna be a slaughter and heres my plan.
You wont even get bread and butter, my man.
Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks
With another wack rapper tied to your back,
And if you want to hang yourself out to dry,
Its the beautiful round-up in the sky.
Im the carry-out kid when my triggers in cock.
Ill be carryin out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin out a million dollars in my pockets and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
Cause anything you want to do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, therell never be another.
I buy a mansion for my mother.
Say, Hey, crack a lemon and look at my pile.
Step, step, step, step, step off
Because you got to get lost because you know youre soft, uh-huh.
Step, step, step, step, step off
Because you got to get lost because you know youre soft, uh-huh-huh.
Step, step, step, step, step off
Because you got to get lost because you know youre soft.
Come on.
Now you know just who I am
And what I do because Im in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you cant take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time get an MC
So how could you think that you rank with me?
If you only did your homework, you would surely find
When Scorp get girls, they all be fine
And the only girl that you could take of mine
Is the one that I left way behind
And plus youre cheap, youre petty, your music is trash.
You need to go to the bank and get some cash
Because talkin dont pay, youre driftin away.
When I see you on the stage, Im-a blow you away.
Youre right.
There is no diff between me and you
Except I look good and you look through.
Take that.
Step, step, step, step, step off
Because you got to get lost because you know youre soft.
Little pieces of a dream is all you mean
Since the day you stepped into the MC scene.
Bitin your moves, takin fake awards,
Sayin everyone else is perpetratin the frauds,
But youre nothin but a clone of a flesh and bone.
Now youre tryin to play gone on the microphone,
But I tell you bout a night and you know Im right
When you listen to us rockin to the broad daylight,
And then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss,
But then you prayed to God that you could be like us.
Then God was great and God was true
And he tried to show you how to be like you,
But you still didnt get where you wanted to go
When you gathered in a group and got your own show
Cause without the source, the force wont survive.
For eternity, the source is alive.
You forgot the words of your creator
And now hes made you a perpetrator,
Forever in a world of you and a girl,
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.
You must spread the words of the master teacher.
You die by the rhymes and the streetsll eat you.
The words are a gift we will never flaunt.
Thats why were gonna get everything we want.
Just like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen
And Im the bonafide vocal master supreme,
And Im here to run it down for the ladies and gents
For my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense,
See, youre down with Cowboy, youll be rockin the show.
With King Lu, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio,
Kamikaze Clayton Savage and Easy Mike
And goin down in the books is the king of the night,
So if youre ever in a battle, Im-a make you my slave
And Im-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave.
Leave behind all your fame and wealth
So you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh.
I may sound possessed, but you know Im blessed
With the will to make sense of all this mess.
Im the power of the sun that shines in the sky
And Im the only MC thatll never die,
So just rock and dont stop til you hit the top,
But when you see Mellie Mel, youre gonna have to drop.
And not only that,
Step, step, step, step, step off
Because you got to get lost because you know youre soft, uh-huh.
Step, step, step, step, step off
Because you got to get lost because you know youre soft, uh-huh-huh.
And for all you MCs, you heard my story
On my super-fly, cold-crushin fame and glory,
How I rocked the children and the young ladies.
I even rocked the country that was overseas
Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.
Because I did it to Chaka, Im-a do it to you.
Im-a show you how I rocked it, whyall, all night long,
But when I rocked with Chaka Khan, I just said,
Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan., I said,
Let me rock you, thats all I want to do.
Chaka Khan, let me rock you, let me rock you, Chaka Khan., I said.
Let me me rock you cause I feel for you.
Chaka Khan, wont you tell me what you want to do?
Do you feel for me the way I feel for you.
Chaka Khan, let me tell you what I want to do.
I want to love you, want to hug you, want to squeeze you too,
So let me take me in your arms, let me fill you with my charms, Chaka
Cause you know that Im the one to keep you warm, Chaka.
Ill make you more than just a physical spell.
I want to rock you, Chaka baby, cause my name is Mellie Mel.
Say what, whyall.
Say what.
To the DJ scratch, the metro match
Cause were comin out fresh with a brand new batch,
So takin you off into the galaxy
Is Vicious, Vicious, VICIOUS LEE!