paroles de chanson Giant Steps - DJ Revolution , Bishop Lamont , Nottz , Skyzoo , Torae , Blu
Yo,
check
it
Rugged
as
God
one,
I
advise
you
not
to
stand
beside
her
Native
tongue,
surprised
I
didn't
sign
to
Tribe
You
trying
to
block
me
out
my
blind
side?
Mind's
eye,
why
try,
wise
guy?
You
Got
It
Made,
Special
Ed,
But
nothing's
special,
bust
that
special
bed,
oh
yeah
She
knew
the
ledge,
she
was
the
extra-special
head
I'm
counting
bread-baskets,
weed
brownies
trying
to
out-rap
you
You
put
that
pencil
on
that
pistol
boy,
that
lead'll
catch
you
Bad
combo,
lettuce
and
ketchup,
let
us
catch
you
slippin'
Red
crippin',
my
nigga
you
color
purple
Oh
yeah
you
Oprah
Winfrey,
I'm
[?],
I
squirt
the
mustard
on
you
All
Davinci,
ultra-[?]
I
must
murk
you,
Steve
Urkel
blowing
weed
circles
You
couldn't
imagine
if
I
unmasked
true
virtue
Forever
Blu,
and
you
forever
blow
Just
cause
you
let
us
know
you
next
to
Blu,
I'm
still
forever
Blu
Red
carpets,
still
they
let
us
through
Oh
yeah
we
tailor
too,
oh
yeah,
except
the
shoe
and
'gator
boots
Chuck
tee's
on
me,
crush
these
phonies
They
don't
want
beef,
nah,
they
lunch
meat
baloney
We
sitting
on
cheese
like
pepperoni,
except
[?]
Uh,
one
true
master
of
the
ceremony
Big
giants
man,
word
up
You
can't
compare
to
the
status
right
here
Naturally
I'm
a
comic,
but
naturally
born
psychotic
Highly
skilled,
constantly
built
like
the
mutants
in
Marvel
Comics
Bishop
mixed
with
Forge,
cannons
like
Valley
Forge
American
revolution
yeah,
Comrade
George
Every
line
I
rhyme
is
mine,
my
signature's
never
forged
'Cause
no
matter
how
rich
you
get,
respects
you
can't
afford
No
flux
capacitors,
so
the
past
I
passed,
always
moving
forward
Visionary?
Yes,
very,
but
my
abilities
tend
to
vary
Edgar
Cayce,
Ramanujan,
let's
leap
with
more
solutions
Before
I
jump
on
your
geronimo,
[?],
I've
with
the
movement
Give
praise
to
the
Last
Poets,
reference
point
to
what
I'm
doing
Rappers
say
they've
got
a
movement,
Nah
pal
that's
just
your
bowels
moving
Don't
talk
pooping
unless
you
healing
The
ghetto
with
some
home
improvements
Feeding
the
babies,
Feeding
the
schools,
and
making
the
change
on
the
daily
Say
you
love
your
hood
but
you
not?
Then
nigga
you
sound
crazy
Giant's
step's
my
stride
nigga,
always
remain
ginormous
Can
hop,
skip
and
see
all
sides
of
the
world's
four
corners
Make
a
gargantuan
goliath
like
them
Nephilims,
godly
We
titans
Anunnaki
Looming
over
your
city
like
the
Jackson
5,
but
bigger,
no
glitter
Pour
pounds[?]
of
pain,
rivers
of
acid
rain
on
you
niggas
Can
you
feel
it?
Nothing
can
save
ya'
Big
giants
man,
word
up
On
the
next
level
Pay
homage,
acknowledge
the
best
Uh,
let's
get
to
it,
bring
'em
the
best
music
Beautifully
blessed
bars
you
can
blast
in
the
brown
Buick
Asking
the
rest
who
is,
the
truest
of
all
The
mirror
said
"It's
Toraeezy",
then
it
fell
off
the
wall
I
never
fell
off
at
all,
I
fell
back
to
record
Until
an
I.A.
logo
from
Commissioner
Gordon
Shine
in
my
city,
and
really
been
no
Shyne
in
my
city
Since
the
nigga
blew
trial
[?]
signin'
with
Diddy
Straight
out
the
gutter
like
Britney,
had
nothing
like
Whitney
So
fuck
faith
like
I'm
Biggie,
let's
get
richer
than
50
or
die
trying
If
y'all
shared
the
truth,
then
try
lying
If
they
don't
ride
for
you,
then
try
driving
Shots
firing,
at
anyone
feeling
some
type
of
way
Sincerely
yours
nigga,
Rich
Homie
Rae
Listen,
without
hyping
in
the
press,
but
I
write,
bring
'em
direct
Torae,
Skyzoo,
Blu,
we're
titans
in
the
flesh
Big
giants
man,
word
up
Living
legends
spit
fire,
uh
Supply
you
the
holy
[?],
like
I'm
stretching
the
talk
And
provided
the
only
difference
is
the
steps
on
the
ball
I
rap
like
if
you
was
tying
up
and
catching
your
arm
My
timing
is
Rolie-driven,
not
a
second'll
pause
Wait
for
it,
you
listen
to
me
with
your
browser
going
Where
Google
is
cliffnotes,
and
you
read
with
you
mouth
open
like
"Oh,
I
get
I
now,
Throwing
a
triple
round
is
like
three
Meanings,
and
three
reasons
to
king
him
now"
They
say
the
crown
is
weighty,
but
worth
it
if
it
should
take
me
Where
I
know
that
I
been
at,
but
perhaps
they
gotta
rate
me
And
when
putting
the
rankings
together
they
know
the
daily
is
Me,
and
four
others,
single-handedly
place
me,
but
still
From
the
side
of
the
street
where
iron
speaks
And
pussy
still
falls
out
the
sky
like
I'm
a
sheik
The
makings
of
a
king
and
a
[?]
forevermore
The
titans
on
the
run
for
this
money
like
Eddie
George
One
time
Big
giants
man,
word
up
Legendary
worldwide
Big
giants
man,
word
up
Making
big
moves
Never
fake
your
moves
Big
big
giants
Big
big
big
big
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