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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Step Brothers
Step Brothers
Performer
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Vocals
Evidence
Evidence
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Michael Taylor Perretta
Michael Taylor Perretta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Step master (Master)
Step faster (Faster)
Step on the gas and turbo-jet past you (Past you)
And it's only begun like Jimmy Castor (Jimmy Castor)
Dumbin' out, comin' out the ghetto blaster (Ghetto blaster)
We came here to blow your mind
Step masters
[Verse 2]
Campfire pow-wow, chief up the reefer
Three passports, four visas, keep up
A gray street sweeper, block runner
Stop, I'm not gonna
Plottin' now from sun down to sun up
I gotta run my funds up, but I hope we mutual
I'm not a little dumb new fuck, the Usual Suspects
Become clientele, thread 'em through the needle
Or the high of it, decided whether ever felt The Beatles
A believer till they labeled me a dreamer
Went from popular to sittin' on the bleachers and slingin' these
I ain't the truth, it's a planet dream
Hmm, I ain't the mover, I'm the man that you hand the cream
The students starvin' till we packin' out the Garden
If we fall short of House of Blues, pardon
I'm out for startin' to finish shit
Carvin' out our images
This Deliverance, a Bubba Sparxxx futuristic
[Verse 3]
Step master (Master)
Step faster (Faster)
Step on the gas and turbo-jet past you (Past you)
And it's only begun like Jimmy Castor (Jimmy Castor)
Dumbin' out, comin' out the ghetto blaster (Ghetto blaster)
We came here to blow your mind
Step masters
[Verse 4]
Uh, come on
Beats like this
Make me bang my head and beat my fist
On the table, ropes thicker than them ski lift cables
Talk slick, I connect both of your lips with staples
Like a mummy wrap, but this is straight dummy rap
Not Easter Bunny rap
Don't sleep on the paper or take money naps
I race on the track like Ricky Bobby
You spit it sloppy, my profession's videography
I'm high-definition, 1080p description
Flippin' like things that flip
Don't read off a script
Heavyweight, I make the needle skip
Crush 'em like a fucking Dorito chip
Then move onto the next
Lava burns heavy on the decks
Middle-finger stretch
Triple X, words that I'll stretch
Make it impossible for me to catch a breath
Move faster, telecaster
Comin' out the ghetto blaster
[Verse 5]
Step master (Master)
Step faster (Faster)
Step on the gas and turbo-jet past you (Past you)
And it's only begun like Jimmy Castor (Jimmy Castor)
Dumbin' out, comin' out the ghetto blaster (Ghetto blaster)
We came here to blow your mind
Step masters
Written by: Alan Maman, Michael Taylor Perretta
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