Paul Cabbin - Steppin' Out lyrics

Cla** is in session. Sit back in ya seat While the cla** become a closet that you trapped in as we Piss on you all without No Limits. Bout to Master the P Cueue Ay on vocalities. Mr. Cabb on the beat Neatly crafted. See me maxin' while we relaxin' Me rappin. Peep the pa**ion as he relapsin' He laps them. Sends em packin' in easy fashion But madness to think his cleats is easily fastened Practice and proper preparation, but you know the rest Wherever you is or isn't takin' it, he's goin' left Blatantly breakin' all of the rules like he know the ref And got an understanding of the planet that's just so in-depth But really, I'm just livin' Tryna take this road to success without trippin' Then I can look out for who's without a doubt with it Then I can look over a nest when I'm distant And know the world's mysteries as a PG Michael Young History First, change the planet. Gettin' everything meant for me You can catch me really sittin' and thinkin' of sh** that's deep You can catch me silly, sittin' and singin' to symphonies Or spendin' 8 hours mixin' a song Like there ain't no other takers of time to spend it on Like there ain't no other sayers of lines to get it on Don't you wish you were the paper my rhymes been written on? What track can I run through? It's magic to you. I see it as practicin' Kung Fu The roundhouse kick comes right after the one, two I'm here for a reason, but see, I'm havin' some fun too Prepare yourself for awkward when this misfit come throughs Pretending to be chillin' in his get sh** done shoes Sometimes I speak in third person, cause you can smell what I'm cookin' Always speak with a purpose though. You can tell how I'm lookin' Bout to leave with your purses, pennies, your sales and your bookings Then I'm feeding the worthless. More than pizzas and Church's I mean believing we're perfect. Full potential unlocked I think you know what time it is, but still I sent for the clocks. Don't be late Cla** is in session. What happened to seats? Let's go outside. The jocks can leave after the geeks Make you clap with your feet. Happy as kids in the snow The monster hidden below. I know you get it. I'm dope. Q