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Written by: Michael Turner & Christopher Portugal
[Double K:]
Word to the jam master back, the Master Blaster faster out the cut
B-boy deluxe, it's that same old, not that lame old that you're used to
But it's that shit you get loose too, see, chief, you might lose too
Ignoring all that boring-ass radio trash
Backstage, we get smashed, while you party with class
Forgetting all your verses, resorting to them curses
While ladies at our merch booth, pulling out they purses
Suckas, they get nervous when the Double arrive
Fire up that Zig-Zag, slap a couple high-fives
You know what I'm drinking, the unfuckwitable
Known to spitty with the flow, me and Chris, ten years ago
What a niggy know, really doe, O'Shea with the fro glow
No, bro, I don't wanna toke wit' you
But tell your girl to come here, and I won't loc on you
You can find Thes One chilling, drinking local brew
No freestyling, just funking wit' an island
'Bout to go find a promoter, and he better be smiling
(Show's over, want a check, my brother, want a check, my brother)
[Double K:] When we in your jurisdiction, we cause friction
[Rap sample:] Listen!
[Double K:] It's what you been missing
Fresh out the staircase, live and direct
Double K, ([Thes One:] Thes One), we present the Next Step
[Double K:] In your jurisdiction, we cause friction
[Rap sample:] Listen!
[Double K:] It's what you been missing
Fresh out the staircase, live and direct
Double K, ([Thes One:] Thes One), we present the Next Step, like…
([Double K:] Ay-yo, homie, you know what it's about, telling 'em we ain't fucking around on this one, where you at?)
[Thes One:]
I've got genetic bad temper, remember that
My lifestyle, my point-of-view, I grew up listening to rap
Imagine the young me, listening to Chuck D
You must be feeling lucky if you think you can fuck with we
And we not gonna take it, Twitter if you're a bitter biter
Little writer blog, I'm looking up your ISP on WhoIsMe, dog
Google, quart on is, and all of that
Everyone's a critic, then you see the blue "P" hat
Rolling down the streets, bumping beats, smelling like beer
Catch 'em in the driveway, headlights on the deer
I don't condone violence, I just promote silence
You don't like it, then erase, dude
You probably didn't buy this at the merch table
Talking 'bout, "Um… track 3?"
Go buy me a drink if you didn't buy the CD
And so I walk around with the stupid look on my face
I'm wondering why I got so many friends on MySpace
And still we underground, underpaid, and stay down
To rock a house party, hardly sound like anything's changed
Since Day One, stay looping up the drums
With the analog sound of thunder thumbs, yo, here it comes:
[Double K:] When we in your jurisdiction, we cause friction
[Rap sample:] Listen!
[Double K:] It's what you been missing
Fresh out the staircase, live and direct
Double K and ([Thes One:] Thes One), we present the Next Step
[Double K:] When we in your jurisdiction, we cause friction
[Rap sample:] Listen!
[Double K:] It's what you been missing
Fresh out the staircase, live and direct
Double K and ([Both:] Thes One), we present the Next Step
[Rap sample, scratched:] Now, listen!
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This track appears on the following releases:
- Carried Away (2009) (CD & LP) - Om Records (OH 387)
