Step Up

Watch as the room rocks
Mentally moonwalk
Mixed media slang
Banging in your boom box verbal violence
Lyrical stylist
In a time when rock hip hop rhymes are childish
You can? t tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn? t make you an emcee
With your lack of skill and facility
You? re killing me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
You? re not an emcee if someone else writes your lines
And rapping over rock doesn? t make you a pioneer
Cause rock and hip hop have collaborated for years
But now they? re getting randomly mixed and matched up
All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up? None of it? s real
You want to be an emcee you? ve got to study the skill

Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this? (2x)
Step, step up, step, step up

So you pick up a pen and write yourself a new identity
But mentally you don? t have the hip hop energy
With a tendency to make up stories
Sounding like the only hip hop you? ve heard is top 40
And your record company is completely missing it
All the kids are dissing it for not being legitimate
So in a battle you can’t hack it
React with whack shit
And get smacked with verbal back flips
Get your ass kicked by fabulous battle catalysts
It’s taken decades for emcees to establish this
You? re new to hip hop and welcome if your serious
But not on the mic
Leave that to the experienced

(Using the waves of sound the true master paralyzes his opponents, leaving him vulnerable to attack)

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(After years of pain staking research by the world’s leading sound scientists, we here at the sound institute have invented a reliable audio weapons system. Actual movement of musical sound in space used to carefully attack and neutralize the cellular structure of the human body, and the question must be asked.)

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High Voltage

Just do something to tell you who I am, ya know?

It’s high voltage you can’t shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out (4x)

I’ve been taking into crates ever since I was livin’ in space
Before the rat-race, before monkeys had human traits
Mastered numerology and big-bang theology
Preformed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I start blessin’ it
And chin-checkin’ kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords to double helixes and show them what I’m made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast the spell of instrumental-ness and all of the emcees that hate us
So try on, leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity let icons be bygones
I fire bomb ghostly notes haunt this
I’ve tried threats but moved on to a promise
I stomp shit with or without an accomplish
(Mixed media)
The stamp of approval is on this

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Akira, put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones
Never satisfy my rhyme jones
Sprayin’ bright day over what you might say
Blood type carillon
Technicolor type A
On highways with road rage I’m patient to win
The cage and the tin to bounce all around
In surround sound devouring the scene
Subliminal gangrene paintings
Overall the same things sing songs karaoke copy madness
Break bones verbally to sticks and stone tactics
Fourth dimension, combat convention
Write rhymes at ease while the tracks stand at attention (Attention)
Meant to put you away with the pencil
Pistol, official, 16 line rhyme missile
Why you risk it all, I pick out of your flaws
Spin, blah-blah-blah-blah
You can say you saw

Chorus (4x)

Chorus (4x)