Step Up

(0:33) I'm getting tired of these same old grind in the mind,

its a crime, an so divine, when we chime, just in time,

to combine, multiple lines, an it rhymes, so sublime

are you blind?, come in an dine, with one of a kind, now

but its getting way too-simple, breaking-bones

tearing new asses outta fake-people, bleeding-hoes

got me coming after that big-ger po-di-um

get in my the way only to break-and-fall, kneel

all your panoramic panicking an flabbergasting going manic

my balls pornographic packaging, exasperating a sadist

for y'all its photographic packing an frustrations the saddest

I'll walk tall, you hemophiliacs lacking, snuff playing I'm baddest

understanding i know your all great-people, ya got-the-feel

rubber-banding from each deeper-hole when i grip-an-reel

but your famished an supplanted, way to caught up in the main events

I'm hear to cram-this-shit plant it so far up in your ass is damaging

relax in it, damn-your-bitches cant forsake it, the way i got her handling

i should slam-you-snitches at court stakes, have the jury playing the mandolin

an i may have the abbs like tough shit Laylow but fuck it I'm keeping the shirt

I'ma share my opinion like crabs to the stray-hoe fucking like I'm capn quirk