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Diamond and the Psychotic Neurotics - Step to Me lyrics
Now everybody's waiting for Diamond D to slip But it won't happen cause I'm just too swift I got props from here to Albuquerque Eat your ass up like a piece of beef jerky Yeah, now let me start to get deep I sweep the creeps who try to beef and keep But I don't sweat it cause I go fat vocals You couldn't see me with a pair of bifocals I got the soul of Nat King Cole If I go gold, I won't front the role And go commercial, no not me Never will I worry "Cause it's easy to D" -> Run-DMC Feet are on the ground so I can't lose my edge I did my homework, I didn't jump off a ledge And now I'm here, and no one can stop me I clock G's cause my raps ain't sloppy Who would've thought that I pulled it off Just like a bandit and brothers can't stand it How the hell did Diamond D get a deal? My rhymes are dope, and all my beats appeal (To who?) To the vast majority Yeah I kick the flavor, I had to get a waiver To go to college, back in '88 Huh, but now I'm straight See, I give comfort like a Sealy Posturepedic My sound's profound, you can't beat it Even with a baseball bat (Why's that?) Cause I got a bag of tricks like Felix the Cat You heard the rumor, now you know it's true So go and tell your buddy that I'm not a fuddy duddy And if you think that I can't get busy Then you can step to me, word up Swing to the rhythm, the lights turn green All systems go, cause Diamond's on the scene I stand strong and my arm is long I'm not the one that'll sing the same song So come along everybody if you're with me "Best Kept Secret" is the title that fits me Yeah, I'll steal a show with the quickness And get hot like grandpa's quick grits There's no comparison, see I'm like Harrison Ford, I take command and stand Up for the funk, the gut of hip-hop Now Diamond's gonna rip shop Ayo I get dough just like Merv Griffin Some don't like it, and then they start riffin Huh, jealousy's a motherfucker I jam like Smucker's so don't play me like a sucker Cause I can flow with the best of them A lotta brothers twist their lips but I suggest to them Don't sleep cause I'm not the one to fuck with Don't even flinch cause I'll leave you stuck with The knowledge that you're inferior Yeah, my records even sell in Nigeria Diggin in the crates like a maniac And when my song comes on, it's the same reaction Everyone moves their head Diamond is dope, nuff said I bring light to an ink pen And leave you dead and stinkin just like Abe Lincoln Yo you won't even know what hit ya I knock you motherfuckers out the picture Your self-esteem will be put in jeapordy If you step to me |
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