| 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: MC Serch |
| 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 versus 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: Prime Minister Pete Nice |
| 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 envious 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: MC Serch |
| 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: Prime Minister Pete Nice |
| 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 |