Artist: Positive K Album: Ego Trip * The Big Playback Song: Step Up Front Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash ..* Ego Trip's "Book of Rap Lists"; p. 114 *.. Music first.. Grand Puba - "Step up front!" Ahh, Milk Dee - "Step up front!" A Priority Posse - "Step up front!" To my mom and my dad - "Step up front!" Uhh, c'mon.. yeah, c'mon.. Yeah baby c'mon.. uh, c'mon.. [Verse One] Let's discuss this - listen while I bust this It's from the K, so hey you can trust this rhyme ritual rap my rap spiritual Pumpin and jumpin, from the max to the minimum I don't moan and groan, I take it on For floozies I bone I just leave 'em alone I need a clear head in order for me to win it so baby, "Hold up - hey! Wait a minute!" Uhh, yeah.. uhh, c'mon.. Yeah baby c'mon now.. uhh, c'mon.. [Verse Two] On the square - I'm not riffin like Andy Griffith Just fed up, goin head up, with competition Don't excluse or place no restriction Gotta qualify to be in my jurisdiction Razzle, dazzle, burn you to a frazzle Soon you say you don't need the hassle I'm too hard to be soft, too loud to be a duck And if you are well then look tough luck It's not your world so don't work at no resentment Tryin to front on a three-hour rap segment I'm the one so FUCK your attitude I got a chip on my shoulder, plus I'm in a bad mood You're huffin, puffin, bluffin for nothin Come out your face, word is bond I hurt somethin Rockin your knot, puttin a wop in your bop Hittin the spot, just like an insulin shot So whassup Hobbes? I'm all in it "Hold up - hey! Wait a minute!" Yeah.. uhh, yeah baby c'mon.. Uh, c'mon.. [Verse Three] Well uhh, boom batter, sissies don't matter Sorry homeboy my pockets is gettin fatter The chain gets thicker, the records come quicker Your girl keeps comin around I'm gonna stick her So plan your prevention I'm the best in your dimension Don't cause static and I don't like tension Cellophone sissies - I see through ya Every rhyme you say I'll outdo ya I'm an MC please I'm not a microphone teaser Got more rhymes than meat in your freezer So don't debate it, or complicate it Appreciate the fact new jacks, I made it Yeahhhh boy, believe it's true What I've done many wants to do My rhymes are sufficient, also suffice No matter how you put it they're plain just nice Takes time to be written, pull fully intact I never had to front I got too much back Well I said things changed ever since I got in it so, "Hold up - hey! Wait a minute!" Uhh, if it ain't rough it ain't right If it ain't loose it's tight and if it ain't black it's white So c'mon, maintain your aggression and use some discretion And I'ma get wreck in just about onnnnnnnne second [Verse Four] Positive, the gentleman, the rapper Intelligent, clean cut, dapper Blowin out scales on the rhyme barometer Raisin temperatures upon the hip-hop thermometer Commercial - controversial's not my image I'm roughin up rappers just like a, football scrimmage Put 'em to a test, see what they can commit And if they can't take an order like my dog - sit! Girls I want - yeah I can get 'em Shakespeare? Couldn't shoot a rap better Got a way with words, that could seduce you When you find out honey, you just got loose Word to the mother, mother to the word It's not absurd by what you just heard I rock 'em, wrote 'em, long like a totem pole Baby God bless your soul I choose 'em, flooze 'em, bang 'em, bruise 'em Send 'em to the next man then I excuse 'em I'm the Positive, not the interrogative with a lot to take and a hell of a lot to give But umm, people changed ever since I got in it so "Hold up - hey! Wait a minute!" Uhh, yo I wanna say whassup to the crew To Audio Two, and MC Lyte Also the Alliance And to the Hillside Posse, yo we outta here! But c'mon on.. yeah, c'mon now.. Yeah baby c'mon.. uhh, c'mon.. Yeah..