Step - Intellectual

STEP, you'll get wrecked up son, come show some recognition

Hold position, BUCK-BUCK back, we drum an exposition

- Expeditions in pussies, rookies we all been over

Cooking dishes before I’m knocked back in a coma

I got that pepper for proper taste - Aroma

I top my paste with traces I brought up when I was broke son

Lace a cobra with a chain out of coca

I Drop mad shit, even my listeners smell the odor

Gross, Hand ya deodhyrant

I’m blowing down ya wind son!

Ain’t even talking bout people who lit they winstons

Or chesters, marls - whatever, you fuckin stink

A young nigga people say he think like 86

Bitch, Life ain’t lady though, ask Ryan in private

Rich, my mind is filling with lessons that I aquire

Think, What is your fire? - - Blink and cry out loud

On the brink of the cloud, I’m bout to bow down to the sink of the power

Be sick in a hour

Who got the groove, we got the groove – STEP UP

So come step up if you think you got the groove son

(x2)

( Züri I represent x2 )

Züri I represent, put us on the map (son)

We drugging the competition, give me cushions and a jack hun

Fuck with my cynical devil and feel my treble

I bussst a move on channel, 9, styles I get into

-on etcetera, riley setting incredible levels

Step in a specular sphere in a sec I wreck ya

Come correct, come running and wonder who’s the

- REAL NIGGA - up on the set, I drop the groove sir

Who got the groove, we got the groove – STEP UP

So come step up if you think you got the groove son

(x2)

Son, son, son, son

Son, if you think you got the groove son

(x2)

(Züri)

(Infinity style)