Novatore - Steps (feat. Novatore) lyrics

Verse 1 [Vex the MC]: Where did the time go? I'm sick of k**in' it Need a different victim to get a shiv in their filaments I'm sick of diggin' it into their friggin' ligaments I split a b**h apart like a frickin' stick of licorice I'm talking' verbally, I murder entire herds of these Absurd emcees universally from Germany to Myrtle Beach Mindin' my own business with or without a drink of herbal tea Catt Murtis, B, you probably haven't heard of me So let me introduce myself, go get a bucket Get on your knees, yada yada, somethin' ‘bout Nantucket If I got a problem then I f**in' address it The way that people nowadays behave is f**in' pathetic If you hear me say some sh**, well you can trust that I meant it I'm somewhat aggressive but not enough to dub it poetic I'm not all that much or more or less corrupt in the head But this beat is unleashing a beast in me and I'm ‘finna go f**ing hectic Hook: Steppin' on necks when we walk in k**in' the competition, ready up all the coffins We bringin' acid rain down from the sky If you in our pathway, you better step to the side [x2] Verse 2 [Novatore]: Climb the ladder, never scatter from that ratatata I don't give a f**, I'm gonna bust you, make that bladder splatter When it comes to rap you know I'm madder than the mad hatter Nothin' really matters, son, I'm badder than this f**in' pattern I left Saturn for the Sun, but yo I still ain't done Rap fast, no back track, I clap gats, don't need a gun Can slow it down too, my voice surround you Novatore and Vex, we put a hex on any clown crews Soundproof the room ‘cause when I spit you hear the f**in' boom Slap you cross your back like you was chokin' on the wooden spoon Any goon who plans to cross is getting f**in' tossed Right cross, the lost boy ain't soft, you ‘bout to feel it soon You ‘bout to feel the doom, it slowly rushes over you Rollin' over posers like a motherf**in' boulder do I shoulder you to show you that I ain't f**in' ‘round I'll overthrow a king and put his crown beneath the ground Hook: Steppin' on necks when we walk in k**in' the competition, ready up all the coffins We bringin' acid rain down from the sky If you in our pathway, you better step to the side [x2] Verse 3: [Vex the MC] So call the coroner, corpses are boarded up Another one in the corner next to the rag of chloroform Next to the stack of torture p**n, storage, I been hoardin' ‘em Machetes and swords at the ready, test me, I been warming up [Novatore] I'm warm enough to f** sh** up, I'll slice your f**in' guts The sh** I like to bust will f** you up just like an uppercut Bust a nut from listening, eyes are slowly glistening Christening the beat until my tongue is f**in' blistering [Vex the MC] Are you even listening? I got a vivid dream of using instruments with precision and nitroglycerin A way to split the scheme and then mix it into a different thing I'mma get the dream and you know it, so why ask if it's me? [Novatore] I wouldn't ask that, but Matt why don't you pa** that Rag of chloroform, the industry's about to be deformed So be warned, this mad cat tops heads like a snapback Put “RIP” on your gravestone and call me a cab back Hook: Steppin' on necks when we walk in k**in' the competition, ready up all the coffins We bringin' acid rain down from the sky If you in our pathway, you better step to the side [x2]