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

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

(Come, come, come, comin' at you. Come, coming at you. Come, comin' at you)

Yo, pick the style and the kids checking for it
The number one question is "how could you ignore it?"
And drop right back in the cut over basement tracks and rap stack got you backing us up
Like..Rewind that!
We're just rollin' with the rhythm, rise from the ashes of stylistic division
With these not stopping in lyrics and life living, not to be forgotten, still unforgiven
But in the meantime, there are those who wanna talk this and that, so what?
Suppose that it gets to a point where feelings got to get hurt, and get dirty with the people spreading the dirt? It goes...

Tried to give you warning, but everyone ignores me
Told you everything loud and clear
But nobody's listening
Called to you so clearly, but you don't want to hear me
Told you everything loud and clear
But nobody's listening

Its going down
the rhythm projects 'round the next sound relfects
the complex hybrid dialect now detect the mesh of many elements
compressed down
The melting pot of a super futeresque style
the combination of vocal care ness with lungs that gasp for breath from
emotional stress, and a distorted collage
carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage

its goin down the local progression on the time line
the seperation narrowed down to a fine line to blur the edges so they
blend to gether properly
take you on an audible odyssey a logical progression on the time line