Step In
Written by: Michael Turner & Christopher Portugal
[Double K:]
I be the pert ripper with the gift of the gab, getting 'em mad
When they see me coming, it's like, "Uh oh, we running!"
My presence is in the past tense of your mind
Can't forget it, but better get with it for the slipping
We whipping, I'm sitting 'em down in alphabetical order
Your rhyme's worth a penny, man, somebody said it was a quarter
I knew it was chump change, some change their attitude
I change my altitude, high in the afternoon
Everyday of the weekend, I'm a warrior seeking
A fresh drum loop and guitars to get me tweaking
Like a speed freak, doing it knee-deep
So round and round, to town to town, we go to the next show
Telephone holder to reach out and touch this
Electrifying, hair-raising enough to get 'em pissed
I ain't a rapper, I'm a groover, wack party remover
Yeah, we used to sing Hoova', now we known to school a fishy MC
I got my MD, for the moment I'm done, learn it on your own, son
Experience is a teacher, black guys are preachers
I be the illest rhyme reader, kick drum beater, the pretty women greeter
Non funk-faker, sushi bar hater, bitch user, drug abuser
Like I said before, I'm all about the dollar, making 'nuff cents
So to the change we go, and to the change we go, and to the…
You know who we are, yeah, you know who we be
Yo, she us on stage, you seen us in the street
You see us in the record store, buying it up
Sly told you to try, but you ain't trying enough!
[Thes One:]
Ay-yo, seguimos con la onda nueva la bombetamax P LP porque
Piraten los CD's so accion on the phone like, "They home
I gotta go!" Stepfather yelling up the staircase like "YO!"
Turn down your stereo and Mario Brothers
Beat lovers uncover the funk like "Ta-da!"
Who check a jawbone and dirt comb like archeologists
So follow this artistry, curriculum for colleges
I ought to be the audible, switching the offense, buttonloop
I'll go deep, guaranteed openness
You catch a pass like Al Bundy, rocking at Polk
Touchdown turn to smoke when rocking for kinfolk
It's too hard, feel my pro pain like Hank Hill
We too raw, take the beef straight to the grill
I don't phase, like bomb blaze and brown beer
Pack up your keyboard, we don't play that shit 'round here
I'm Thes One, producing MC, one of the best
He's Double K on the cut, we the P.U.T.S.
So here it is, word to Biz Mark and Jazz Jeff, they said don't stop
I California roll through the crosswalk
It's too def, my rhymes toss signs and gangbang
Set up shop like Freeway Rick and Lanechange… in L.A…
You know who we are, yeah, you know who we be
Yo, she us on stage, you seen us in the street
You see us in the record store, buying it up
Sly told you to try, but you ain't trying enough!
[Spoken samples:]
We've got it all together
Coming on strong
Lay it on me
That really sounds good
Satisfaction guaranteed
Dyn-o-mite!
*Important Note: These transcriptions are not verified with P.U.T.S., so there may be errors. We are especially unsure of the greyed-out text. We encourage you to offer your suggestions for lyrics corrections on the site's main page.
Trivia:
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This track appears on the following releases:
- Stepfather (2006) (US CD + DVD) - Basement Records (BR1157-2),
(UK CD + DVD) - Tres Records (TR396-016),
(2xLP) - Tres Records (TR396-017) - A snippet is also included on Snippets & Shenanigans (2006) (CD promo) - Basement Records (no catalog number)
- Best Of People Under The Stairs (DJ Food Stamp) (2006) (CD promo) - UndergroundHipHop.com
- Stepfather Instrumentals Part One (2007) (12" EP) - Tres Records (TR396-019)
- Live Version: The 10 Year Anniversary Set (Live DVD) - Golden Fire Pig/Piecelock 70
