Watch the moon rocks
Mentally moonwalk
Mix media slang
Banging out your boombox
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 MC
With your lack of skill and facility
You're killing me
And a DJ in the group just creditability
I heard from some oneyou get help with your rhymes
You're not a MC if some one else writes your lines
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 this stack up
None of it is real
You want to be a MC
You've got to study the skill
Who can rock and rhyme like this??
Bring it to you every time like this
Who can rock and rhyme like this??
Step up
So you pick up the pen
And write yourself a new identity
But mentally
You don’t have the hip-hop energy
With the tendency
To make up stories
It sounded like the only hip-hop you heard
Is top forty
And your record companies completely miss it
And all the kids are dishing 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
Sick in decades
For MC’s to establish
You’re new to hip-hip
And welcome if you’re serious
But not on the mic
Leave that to the experience
Who can rock and rhyme like this??
Bring it to you every time like this
Who can rock and rhyme like this??
Step up