Steppin' to the A.M.

STEPPIN' TO THE A.M.

M. Berrin, P. Nash, H. Shocklee, K. Shocklee, E. Sadler
Produced by Hank Shocklee, Keith Shocklee & Eric "Vietnam" Sadler - Co Produced by 3rd Bass, M.C. Serch & Pete Nice for R.I.F. Productions
Engineered by Nick Sansano
Recorded and Mixed at Green Street Studios, New York, NY
Performed by MC Serch & Pete Nice
Contains samples of the following:
Shack Up by Banbarra
Mother Earth by Kool and the Gang
Stoned to the Bone by James Brown
Spoonin' Rap by Spoonie G
Can't Find the Judge by Gary Wright
Time by Pink Floyd
Root Down (And Get It) by Jimmy Smith
Time to Get Ill by The Beastie Boys

At the sound of the tone it will be 12 a.m.

Verse 1
Ready in the intro, cue up the Serch-lite
promised to the center stage I'll grab the first mic
projectin the voice with this mic that I'm cuffin
you ain't my nucker, sucker I'm snuffin
the word of the 3rd stands true, so no panickin
man verse man you freeze up like a mannequin
petro, you let go, the wax for the new jacks
to dwell upon you're steppin on the trigger as the tune smacks
square in the butt, Pete gave me the cue
so I'm a put up or shut up until my jam is through
but for now I wanna freak em, so I'll embark
to spark your mission posse, til way past dark
don't park there's no standin' or I'll play the five-oh
you don't stop movin until the Serch says so
to keep the tribe open, shootin out to play em
three the hard way'll keep you steppin to the A.M.

Verse 2
My mind has a question, I respond to a
silver domed microphone one step beyond
straight to eighty-eight to the curves of the 90's
I'm universal, I set a line free behind me,
the three the hard way, the jackpot
awaitin Satan's, tryin to take cheap shots
we groove crowds, the three stand proud
the brothers round the way sit down and say
how'd you do this, ludicrous rhythm of rhyme
anticipate it like a bottle of Heinz
Ketchup, no catch up cause you fell behind
I'm steppin to the A.M. dickin down swine
Pete Nice skims over lyrics, I pick em
strong and long, you're wrong, I stick em
he's the law with the sword with my cable swingin
like the pit or the pendulum Pete Nice bringin
the sunrise with no lies, legitimate and you despise
envy this MC's magnitude so realize
the MC emceed The DJ deejayed em
until the next time I keep you steppin to the A.M.

Verse 3
No weight on the felt plate, deep bass below rise
needle torture groove, move the record til the wack stride
schoolin the swine on the strength of my vocab
put you under you're a goner You're thinkin that you had
lyrics to the A.M. but the house needs a swinger
you st-st-st-st-stutter, but I'm a stinger
my rhymes so potent, I wrote em and it's evident
you're just a stunt, seekin a settlement
the lyrical line The article original
afflict like a convict, I ain't no criminal
schemin' on a cable or slobbin the knob
you played me like a foul ball How you livin Hobbes
now groove into the A.M.,
the master spoon feedin out a jumper, you're bumpin a freak while I'm G'n
Pete'll let the record spin
Serch'll get a second wind
motivate the crowd,
til it's steppin to the A.M.

Verse 4
I slide swiftly, keep a brother steppin
loungin, streppin my throat
sweatin as you get hit with the rhythm
my lines sustain like a crane, so uplift them
slow and smooth flowin like fluid
the mass did worship the lyrics the three did
amid all crisis droppin' like a guillotine
you're moist fearing the voice of the rhyme fiend
scene is zipped, Pete Nice is your worst dream
fulfilled your illed I thrilled I heard a loud scream
my mind is cued, so I run down a menu
that downgrades the weak as my lyrics tend to
the needs of a shaker, sweatin to the points of exhaust
so listen to the mission horse
blinded by the science, my mind starts flexin
sexin down females to the A.M., perplexin
a complex reflex you wonder if we slumber
the three don't sleep aiyyo Pete Nice take em under
steppin to the A.M., I'm steppin to the mic
to snatch up and smash up the club until daylight