"Steppin Thru" as written by and Daniel James/bahamonde Denton....
Y'all can do, what ya'll want to do just don't let
We're doing this the way you want to do
Rocking you, just watch how your shit gets blown back
I know you wish that you could do it too
People think that they can do it like Swollen
The Members do it like you never knew
Getting it, by the grip, that's the way we rolling
You better move it when we're stepping through

I'm the first thing to burst a verse of street stalker
Off my rocker of Red Bull and vodka
Provocatively, walking like you're talking to me
Branded outlandish, triple decker stress sandwich
It's an ambush, turn out back to canvas
Ain't it the art words, painted with pain in my heart
New york to L.A., Yonge street to Robson
We get the job done and rob with tracks on

Live in effect to such, graze the edge of the metal
Raise taste, game face, first place, the rebel
In the cage with the lions, engage with the giants
Stars with temper, red october, prev the cobra
I coil the sunset, coiled my drumset
Spitting grease out my grill, y'all I'm formula one
Crack a hole in your helmet, your bucket, your pail
Moka, Mad Child, Kemo, Prevail

Y'all can do, what ya'll want to do just don't let
We're doing this the way you want to do
Rocking you, just watch how your shit gets blown back
I know you wish that you could do it too
People think that they can do it like Swollen
The Members do it like you never knew
Getting it, by the grip, that's the way we rolling
You better move it when we're stepping through

You feel me as if I was a part of you
If you really doing what you want to do
If you see how Moka only gets it done
Swollen get it off, never sweat it none
Jump in the air, hands in the air, put 'em up
Girls shake it down, girls shake it down, line it up
Come to your town, come to your town, tear it up
Once y'all get down, y'all staying down, where's the love

Don't be shocked we made it, Mad Child rocks the greatest
When I'm intoxicated, got locked, we waited
And invaded and stated the tactics activated
Can't hate it, you play the track and tax infatuated it
Fatal attraction, won't stop 'til I'm platinum
Bam-bam gonna flatten 'em, I'm baseball batting 'em
Quick Draw McGraw, rap assault rifle
Go blind when you look into the mind of a psycho

We're the main attraction boy, you're just a sideshow
My bubbletonic glows in the glass, don't try to hide bro
They spin the vinyl from the beat junkie to the sonar
The curb to the club, heavy hitting like a crowbar
No scars, no bruises, no cuts or bumps
The signs of a veteran, how'd you come up chump
Through the back door, this is a brand new rap war
Blow the speaker through the mic stand and brand the dance floor

Y'all can do, what ya'll want to do just don't let
We're doing this the way you want to do
Rocking you, just watch how your shit gets blown back
I know you wish that you could do it too
People think that they can do it like Swollen
The Members do it like you never knew
Getting it, by the grip, that's the way we rolling
You better move it when we're stepping through

Y'all can do, what ya'll want to do just don't let
We're doing this the way you want to do
Rocking you, just watch how your shit gets blown back
I know you wish that you could do it too
People think that they can do it like Swollen
The Members do it like you never knew
Getting it, by the grip, that's the way we rolling
You better move it when we're stepping through


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"Steppin Thru" as written by Daniel James Denton Cristian Bahamonde

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