Released on November 10, 1998

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[Intro]

This goes out

To all the big head niggas

And all them big head bitches

You know my steezo


[Verse 1]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Deadly melodic, robotic steezo blur your optic

So you can't see the topic, condition combo

Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo

Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my pancho

Another bad desperado, trapped inbetween

The hills and the El Dorados, but you can't do that

Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak

Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback

Is when I condemn men to purgatory

Stick a pen, do 'em in, eight million stories

In the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner

Blood stain on my track record, top gunner


[Chorus]

You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit

Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this

Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip

Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her

("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)

Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit

Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit


[Verse 2]

Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender

No retreat no surrender, head trauma

Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor

Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session

With immaculate conception, hit yo' section

With my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit

E Double up, dammit,

Iron Lung flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know

It's time that I take advantage, take command, yo

Cops caught me red-handed, "Blood On the Dance Floor"

Or was it Michael Jackson

Fuck it, time for some action

Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening


[Chorus]

You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit

Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this

Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip

Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her

("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)

Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit

Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit

You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit

Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this

Make 'em get down, head where I fit, more grip

Hold this shit down, she don't know, you better school her


[Verse 3]

Before she get her back blown

Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin'

Automate and keep it goin', right and exact

Runnin' track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch 'em wit my rap slogan

Jack Frost, leave 'em frozen

Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan

Hand written ass-whippin, I keep spittin'

At any head-on collision, throw dart with precision

And split decision, tell your old folk

And your children what I'm dealin'

Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain

'Til I see you at the ooh-building, motherfuckers


[Chorus]

You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit

Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this

Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip

Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her

("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)

Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit

Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit

Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit

Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit


[Outro]

This one, is dedicated to my big head niggas

And all them big head bitches

All them big head bitches