Every Little Step - K.A.A.N.

Yes, God!

We ain’t got no replacements!

This shit is easy.

It’s too fucking easy!

God!

Dropping the bomb

Sound the alarm

Heart on my sleeve

Blood on my arm

Blade in my palm

Cutting these records 'til 6 in the morn'

Cut me a check or just leave me alone

I need a crown

I need a throne

I am the king

You are a clone

I hit the spot

I’m in the zone

What do you know

Who would’ve thunk it?

Came out of Maryland, jumped out the barrel and turning myself into something

I studied the fundamentals of the craft, I made it up out of the dungeon

I’m 'bout to punch it, I treat this bitch like a luncheon

No it’s not up for discussion

I am disgusting

Nigga you can’t tell me nothing

Who in the fuck, done it the way that I done it?

I swear that my shit is original

Pressing your luck, thinking that you on my level

Oh no my nigga we not similar

I’m in the cut, plotting and planning my future

I made a brand new maneuver

All of this shit is amusing

I don’t believe it, it’s an optical illusion

I done been up

I done been down

Had to bandage up the bumps and the bruises

I had to run

Go get it now

Think of the winning, I can’t do the losing

I realize that this shit is a choice

I am a fire, we lighting the torch

Still overcompensating with your whack ass

Living in the past nigga never that

God!