Steppin 2 Me (Lyrics)

INTRO:

You, ain’t stepping to me. You, ain’t stepping to me.

CHORUS:

You just ain’t steppin to me, sick in the illest degree
Mess with my family tree react aggressiv-ely
You ain’t steppin 2 me (no!)
You ain’t steppin 2 me (no!)
You ain’t steppin 2 me (no!)
You ain’t steppin 2 me

You just ain’t steppin to me, sick in the illest degree
Mess with my family tree react aggressiv-ely
You ain’t steppin 2 me (no!)
You ain’t steppin 2 me (no!)
You ain’t steppin 2 me (no!)
You ain’t steppin 2 me

VERSE 1:

They say the quality of rap is going down like the Titanic
So I dive into the track and flowing round and stop the damage
I’m deadly like abortion is and stressy like a foster kid
And twisting round the beat a metaphorical contortionist
Hungry like an orphan is and leaking crazy awesomeness
And asking what a portion is and you ain’t got the balls for this
Dreams are all recurring like it’s 10 over 3
And my scheme is more alluring like women overseas
But it’s Zuby and I’m sicker sounding oh so sweet
Yeah it’s Zuby and I’m spitting on an Ozone beat
I ain’t even gotta try the flow is effortlessly mine
And I’ll be sick until I die, I rhyme ineffably sublime
I don’t think that I’m the best I’m just in love with myself
So you could call it masturbation cuz I’m feeling myself
Or you could say I’m like a rubber cuz I’m scary when I bust
And in this game I’m like a mother, I’ll take care of it and stuff, what?

CHORUS

VERSE 2:

I’m more gifted than Christmas listen man I can’t fail
Every rhyme is shining blinding so you feel me like braille
Hip hop fans are getting aggy, feel the music’s moving back
Or even wack, yo don’t worry, promise hip hop’s coming back
I knock bad rappers down and brush my feet on them like doormats
Flow so sickly on the track my people think I’m snorting anthrax
Some say that Zuby’s hot and some say that Zuby’s wicked
Cuz if I touch a mic my people know I’m gonna rip it
Show’s seen like TV and I’m audio and visual
Lure ladies with the lyrical, spiritual individual
I flat-line instrumentals till the beat condition’s critical
He is too original, the bars are almost criminal
The kid is now admired, chilling out like school’s off
And after spitting fire visit hell to cool off
So I don’t care what you got (no) just know the boy is hot
I’m running late I gotta leave you, jump another train of thought whoa!

CHORUS

VERSE 3:

Come heavy with that beat O what more I gotta prove?
I’m staying comfortable like seats yo, I wasn’t born to lose
My contents under pressure like the bottom of the ocean
So I’m gonna blow it open, witness lyrical devotion
Rhymes are freely spoken cuz I get em from the heavens
Thank God daily for my blessings I can channel my aggression
Might die and go to hell just on a visitor’s pass (why?)
Then ascend up to the gates after I’ve kicked Satan’s ass, what?

CHORUS

Zuby Udezue

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