I was sitting on the corner just a wasting 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 To own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold 'Cause rap is the game that i control I'm like Shakespeare, i'm a pioneer Because i made rap something people wanted to hear See before my reign it was the same old same You took "the ba with the ba" That's street-talk game So if you ever, let me make this clear If you ever think that we're stepping out of here You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in huh huh! You better think again my friend Because the door is closed and we're in town And the only place you can go is down
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Well, i'm Keith Cowboy and you're my cow So what ya M.C's gonna do now? It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan You won't even get bread and water my man Gonna put you on the racks like a pair of slacks With another wack rapper tied to your back And if you wanna hang yourself out to dry It's the beautiful round up in the sky I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's at cock I'll be carrying out bodies stiff as a rock Carrying out a million dollars in my pockets and hand But i carry out orders from no man 'Cause anything you wanna do i already did You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid But in my M.C school, my class was packed And tricks were for kids so i left your ass back The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another I'll buy a mansion for my mother A 24/7, the kool-aid smile Say hey Track 11, look at my power
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft (ha, ha!) Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft (ha, ha!) Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft
C'mon Now you know just who i am And what i do because i'm in demand Because i look good, do you hear my man? And if you can't take that ya chump ya own hand You one-girl-at-a-time getting M.C 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 you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash You need to go to the bank and get some cash Because talking don't pay, you're drifting away When i see you on a stage i'm a blow you away You're right, there is no difference 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 you're soft (ha, ha!) Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft
Little pieces of a dream is all you mean Since the day you stepped in to the M.C scene Biting your moves, taking fake awards Saying everyone else was perpertrating a fraud But your nothing but a clone of my flesh and bone Now you trying to play grown on the microphone But i'll tell ya 'bout a night, and ya know i'm right When you listen to us rocking 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 didn't get where you wanted to go When you gathered in a group and got your own show 'Cause without the source, the force won't survive For eternity the source is alive You