Step Brothers and The Alchemist - Step Masters [Instrumental]

Step Master (master)
Step faster (faster)
Step on the gas and turbo jet past ya
And it’s only begun like Jimmy Castor
Dumbing out, coming out the ghetto blasta
We came here to blow your miiiiiiind

Yo, campfire pow-wow, chief up the reefer
Three passports, four visas, keep up
A grey street sweeper, block runner, stop- I’m not gonna
Plottin now, from sundown to sun up
I got where my funds up, up I’m hoping mutual
I’m not a little dumb new f**k the usual
Suspects become clientele, threading through the needle
Or the eye of it, deciding whether ever felt the beatles
A beleiver ‘til they labeled me a dreamer, went from popular to sittin on the bleachers and slanging these, I ain’t the truth it’s a planted dream (hmm)
I ain’t the mover, I’m the man that you hand the cream
A student starving ‘til we packing out the Garden
If we fall short at House of Blues, pardon (Pardon)
I’m out for starting to finish sh**, carvin out our images
This delivering some bubba spark interest

Step Master (master)
Step faster (faster)
Step on the gas and turbo jet past ya
And it’s only begun like Jimmy Castor
Dumbing out, coming out the ghetto blasta
We came here to blow your miiiiiiind

Uhh, (come on)
Beats like this make me bang my head and beat my fist
On the table, ropes thicker then them ski lift cables
Talk slick I connect both of your lips with staples
Like a mummy wrap, but this is straight dummy rap (dumb!)
Not Easter Bunny rap, don’t sleep on the paper
And take money naps, I race on the track like Ricky Bobby
You spit it sloppy, my profession is videography
I’m high definition 1080p description
Flippin, like things get flipped
Don’t read off a script, heavyweight I’ll make the needle skip (Skip)
Crush ‘em like a f**kin Dorito chip, then move on to the next
Lava burns heavy on the decks
Middle finger stretched, triple x
words that I stretch, make it impossible for me to catch a breath
Move faster, telecaster, coming out the ghetto blaster

Step Master (master)
Step faster (faster)
Step on the gas and turbo jet past ya
And it’s only begun like Jimmy Castor
Dumbing out, coming out the ghetto blasta
We came here to blow your miiiiiiind

Written by:
ALAN MAMAN, MICHAEL TAYLOR PERRETTA, TIM TYLER MCRAE

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