This track has been played in nightclubs in the UK and also on BBC Radio! Most people's favourite, this is still my best...straight up fire. The mic is still smoking I believe... Beat by Ozone
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ZUBY: STEPPIN 2 ME
Song Info: Written & Arranged by Nzube Udezue/ Produced by Ozone / Mixed & Mastered by Jason Hardy at Studio45-Oxford
Copyright: Nzube Udezue 2005
U ain’t steppin to me/ U ain’t steppin to me
CHORUS (x2)
U just ain’t steppin to me sick in the illest degree
Mess with my family tree react aggressiv-aly
U ain’t steppin to me (no!)
U ain’t steppin to me (no!)
U ain’t steppin to me (no!)
U ain’t steppin to me
Verse 1
They say the quality of rap is going down like the Titanic so I dive into the track and flowin round and stop the damage (yeah!)/ I’m deadly like abortion is and stressy like a foster kid and twistin round the beat a metaphorical contortionist/ hungry like an orphan is and leaking crazy awesomeness and askin what a portion is and u ain’t got the balls for this/ dreams are all recurring like its 10 over 3/ and my scheme is more alluring like women overseas (chyeea!)/ but its Zuby and I’m sicker sounding oh so sweet/ yeah its Zuby and I’m spittin 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 (ha ha!)/ so u could call it masturbation cuz I’m feeling myself (chyea!)/ or u 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 (x2)
Verse 2
I’m more gifted than Christmas listen man I can’t fail (nah)/ every rhyme is shining blinding so u feel me like braille (uh huh)/ 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 (chyea!)/ 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 (uh huh)/ show’s seen like TV/ and I’m audio and visual lure ladies with the lyrical spirtual individual (woo!) I flatline instrumentals til’ 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 spittin fire visit hell to cool off so I don’t care what got/ no just know the boy is hot I’m running late I gotta leave u jump another train of thought woah!
CHORUS (x2)
Verse 3
Come heavy with that beat O what more I gotta prove? (huh?) I’m stayin comfortable like seats yo I wasn’t born to lose (nah)/ my contents under pressure like the bottom of the ocean so I’m gonna blow it open witness lyrical devotion (chyea)/ 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. (ha ha!)
CHORUS (x2)
