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letra de step to gettin' - skratch bastid, john smith, pip skid

[scratching]
“stepping”
“you better recognize” – diamond d

[verse 1: john smith]
(i get drunk)
man, we get drunk as f-ck
hit the stage, light up and then lump your mug
jagermeister and keith (give me two of those)
make pipi spend a bill and then lose your fold
oooh, this ain’t your mic, get your own
and no you can’t freestyle, leave me alone
i’m mean but i’m mean to remorseless
you turn to dance floor to three feet of corpses
girl wind and mash, we played a dance hall
now find your man after the last call
dine, dash, you better run fast y’all
i rhyme for cash see, ball or bail
when i leave the crib it’s weed, wallet and scale
when i need to split, i call a cab on the cell
no mask to veil when i’m mad as h-ll
when i’m stepping to getting p-ss the fellas

[hook: john smith]
you get to stepping
(we step to getting)
who’s next to set it?
we rep break bread, fake heads play dead before it gets gory
jorun, skratch bastid and gordski
ain’t no one about to do sh-t for me
bump shoulders making moves i ain’t sorry
fools must be a text for lessons
you get to stepping, we step to getting

[verse 2: pip skid]
d-mn right we get drunk as f-ck
so much merch in the back the trunk is stuck
stomp that sucker, we gon’ do this our way
how’d you like to make ten bucks the hard way?
ooooh!
you’re a customer at pita pit
i’m in for leadership, you ewwww you eat a d-ck
piece of sh-t think you’re ready in sight
but you manage gotta put peanut b-tter on the mic
like, yeah, i’m gonna change the game when my sh-t drop
you need to hush the talk and make a pit stop
you ain’t ‘pac, ain’t jay, ain’t moe dee
need to pack up your gear just like a roadie
and then the homies will sing, have you seen him?
gave up rap became a ballerina
you always stay in this dirt like soccer cleats
to stomp and kick like rocking beats
talk is cheap dawg, don’t like the speaker
imaginary there’s no tea in your tea cup
can’t keep up, we pile ’em in a heap
p&c some 30 records deep
i start to creep if the party is dry
show me your future you’re like marty mcfly
you hardly try, too busy c-ck blocking
but what the f-ck you need to do is stop talking

[hook]

[verse 3: john smith]
smitty, all he do is listen to gritty raps
sell records, roll spliffs and get busy yeah
drink till tipsy, liquored and sickly
mr. smith he’s a vigorous pip squeak
[?]to strip me and i wanna pig out
the people pick me to hush up your big mouth
ready to roar, what y’all meddling for?
i’m peddling raw with the metal to floor
i metamor’, [?] a better chorus
this a shake down like i just met a dwarf
headed north set the course, we away now
from [?] to concrete that’s the playground
hard beats, you know johnny stay foul
the saucy, more sloppy than make outs
i’m raw beef, talk cheap so i’m still broke
it’s not me when y’all peep the billfolds
whatcha see ain’t what you get
these are not threats, we’ll accost your set
we talk like vets
rookie’s dismiss
simply, it’s f-ck off like “next!”
get out my way like ‘mega sh-t
i’m high off murphy’s law and adrenaline
of course i never heard of y’all, your crew is reckless
you get to stepping, we step to getting

[hook]

- skratch bastid john smith pip skid

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