Bilal Bashir - Step 2 This lyrics

[Intro-Hook: Tairrie B] Well it's time to step, well it's time to step Bust it, bu-bu-bu-bust it Well it's time to step, well it's time to step Bust it, bu-bu-bust it Well it's time to step, well it's time to step Bust it, bust it, bu-bu-bust it Well it's time to step, well it's time to step Bust it, bu-bu-bust it, bust it [Verse 1: Tairrie B] Well it's time for step, I need a beat, bust it No need to question the rap or discuss it I'll grab the mic and rest comes out naturally A certain steps to me and she's a causality My beat rocks so when opportunity knocks I'll take advantage and do damage I'm a sister and every sense of a word Yes, the skin is white despite what you've heard I've step into the room, all hell breaks loose Heads turn, eyes burns, it's called juice Now fanatics refuse because I confused their mind Deaf, dumb, and blonde, but not blind s**ers seem to think that just because I'm a woman I'm soft, step off I'm here to listen the beat when I step into am The lyrics are streek but sweet when I'm saying I step on stage, plug it in, and begin My microphone heats up as the records spins Soundcheck, my man is on the mix up Posse in affect, as Tairrie B kicks up Stupid dope rhythm, the crowd goes wild So pump your fist, and step to this aisle B-swing, as I bring in the chorus Produced by Bashir and engineered by Morus [Verse 2: Tairrie B] Well D is on the left and double C is on the right In the middle with the riddle, Tairrie B is hype I don't need no script, if the record skips I just rock acapella with the mic to my lips Plug in the instruments, cause yo I'm Tairr-a-mental This ain't no lip-sync, give me that instrumental Cause it's essential in order for me to get scandalous And you know you can't handle this Just dance to the drum machine, a little hot hat We'll let you know where I'm at Saxophone? No, I don't need that Just a funky top with no feedback It ain't about color when I step on the mic I can rock any crowd, weather black or white I know who I look like, but don't even say it Just go to the store, buy my record and play it And realize that I'm on the rise, guys And no fiance and no martial ties Surprise, yeah I thought that you would be I'm the girl in your dreams that your girl never could be So don't underestimate or be a summoning That my rap is weak or my beat ain't booming Because I'm a woman, it's me your pursuing But your in your towel right now, I'ma shoeing [Hook: Tairrie B] Step to this, the subject is dancing Step to this, the subject is dancing The subject is dancing The subject is dancing [Verse 3: Tairrie B] Step to this, the subject is dancing Step-sisters on the side enhancing Go on with the show and go with the clock Yo, Tricky, just let the beat drop I'll grab the mic and sing another funky dope rhythm Some people may say I ain't damn But know I'm down with Comptown Platinum bound, you found the sound of the underground So when the amp starts bumping, my heart starts pumping The walls are thumping and the crowd is jumping Hey DJ, give them a scratch to get hot Catch the beat and keep the spot With a cool rthymn, deliver to the drop Of the beat on top, non-stop Cut to the rthymn while I give them a taste Of a voice of [?] and lyrical ba** Turn up the trouble so the level is louder And Tricky's on the tables, boys don't crowd her Giver her some room to complainant the blue Of the kick-drop, don't think their dumb Come on baby [Verse 4: Tairrie B] Finally, or should I say Finale East coast dialing like to a record [?] You know [?] Second guess and [?] I'm dropping lyrics to the twenty-four track While Bilal creates a beat in the back of this voice [?] go is choice for the occasion It's a Cu-Comptown Caucasian Not an aryan nation, no, a little devil But I'm the blonde hair, blue eye level I'll take my rthymn in light So I'm well prepared when I step to the mic Never scared and if I'm there, it's useless Try to compare but this b**h is Ruthless A dope MC, not on my knees This ain't a pran-out, please I express myself with a mic in my hand And a two turn table band I have a million songs so the mics go play it Diamonds on the finger from the boys outdated The lips are powder and if I doubt it Take a look at the plates I play, it's crowded I pay out front but before the show Backstage I stay cause I lay low But when the lights go down, I come to dismiss To s**ers who can't step to this [Outro-Dialougue: Tairrie B] The definition to step to this is as follow: Now you can either step to this MC in-hand or you can step to this dope jam. But either way you choose, it don't matter (Yo, JV is still hitting, hitting, hitting...)