Yo, watch as the moon rocks
Mentally moon walking
Mixed media slang
Banging in your boom box
Verbal violence
Lyrical stylist
In a time when rock, hip-hop rhymes were childish
You can't tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn't make you an MC
With your lack of skill and facility
Your killing me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility
I heard that some of you are getting help with your rhymes
You're not an MC if someone else writes your lines
Rapping over rock doesn't make you a pioneer
Cause rock and hip-hop have collaborated for years
But now their getting randomly mixed and matched up
All after a fast buck
And all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up?
None of it's real
you wanna be an MC?
You've got to study the skill

Who can rock a rhyme like this
Bring it to you every time like this
Who can rock a rhyme like this
Step, step up
Step, step up

So you pick up the pen and write yourself a new identity
But mentally you don't have the hip-hop energy
With a tendency to make up stories
Sounding like the only hip-hop you've heard is top forty
And your record company completely misses it
And all the kids are dissing it for not being legitimate
So in a battle you can't hack it
React with wack shit
And get smacked with verbal back flips
Get your ass kicked by fabulous battle catalysts
It's taken decades for MC's to establish this
You're new to hip-hop and welcome if you're serious
But not on the mic leave that to the experienced

Who can rock a rhyme like this
Bring it to you everytime like this
Who can rock a rhyme like this
Step, step up
Step, step up

Who can rock a rhyme like this
Bring it to you everytime like this
Who can rock a rhyme like this
Step, step up
Step, step up