Daddy Rich is on the 1210 mix Scratch needs a itch like a needle does a stitch [Pete Nice] I switch up he flips up the wax with a mixer Bookmakers step
the court, observin what is all around The light goes up, my mic blows up, the silence is now sound Hearin and fearin, the momentum of the stutter step
in the grill.." "3rd Bass" "Kick em in the grill.." "I'm Chubb Rock" "Kick em in the grill.." "Serch!" "Kick em in the grill.. grill.. grill Pete!" [Pete
refuse to stay silent Lyrics powered like a fullback, the rap Jared bunch Catching opponents in the kidney with the rabid punch Step up in a doubles match
and willy? Yeah that day the FEDS played the role of the bully "Up against the car!" "Yo I ain't even do nuttin man" "Aiyyo shut up or you get smacked
nightmare [Verse 2:] Spending more time in the air than A flight attendant The rhyme got winded on the way up On what I thought was a lay up These two
then wait for six bars of the beat to pass before you set it Prowess the hardest cowards that rock alike Trying to sound like Pete Nelson but you can'
jeep or the comfort of your home I'm kickin somethin out your back that rhymes with comb Flippin the script, because I used to be with Stet But when shit got heck, had to step
-born again As long as the shit cracks and they turn a loop up I spit it until it's pitch black and burn the roof up Better step the fuck up for the shit
whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap His step-father hit
to catch that Life preserver rope And then I'll be on a parallel ladder laughin like, Damn my man, for the love of Pete what happened And finally I step
set who's next to get wrecked Mr. Sweeperman, time to do the sweep up Brothers couldn't keep up, spendin too much time with their feets up Listen to
sin I won't tear the sack up Punk you'd better back up Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, come on! Come on, throw your hands up
talk the talk It's Pete Rock and InI comin straight from New York Now all the setups you thought you stepped up to get your rep up The joke's on you jack
see vs the knowledge is known I won't apologize for seeds I've sown It's step up time, you're on your own [Chorus: Pete Rock] Step up, step up time, etc. [Outro: Pete Rock
the dead zone You heads flown and it's a crazy rest You should've vest when the Kane come to test the best So next up is the one the non-half stepper
just let me have a say I still be spittin' regardless of the accolades Ya'll can take back the mics in The Source Take back the props from Pete Rock Quest