*And we're movin' on up*

Double K: Be the champion

*Step up front*

Double K: Check it

*Step up front*

Double K: Step up, step up nigger, step up

Thes One: Tell 'em who you is man, tell 'em who you is man.

Double K: Yo, it's the West Coast shit talking B-Boy from the eighties,
y'all niggers know the name, the game won't change,
you heard it plenty of times, said it in many of rhymes,
no need to repeat, just listen to the beat and you see where we're coming from,
that's where you're running from, over there in the dark
with the funky old drummer. I'm about to break it down like
it should've been broke, way back, before dudes was coming way wack.
We're one step ahead of you stupid motherfuckers, got your girl singing
over a loop, well that's cute. No time for good looks, keep that shit on CD,
cos the P's blacking niggers out, you only get one try.
Everybody's curious to hear what we're bringing, nothing soft,
just slinging beats to keep your ears ringing like the bass in your face,
you heard it a long time ago, since I had a broke fo, and here's the loke do,
for all the people in the West, from Seattle to the purple hollow,
socks you with the chest, take one step up and see my name on the decks,
figure it out, you can guess, you can make it to a mess.
*That little girl's in a dress* Hey, yo, that's the style,
I'll beat you on the road that only rocks half a mile.
So when you fall off, I'll be right here making much noise,
using your promo as toys, you get paranoid and say 'what?'.
These two dudes ain't joking, damn right, Next Step, get you vexed,
People Under The Stairs. Beware and don't enter, beware and don't enter.
Brother Thes is up next so beware and don't enter.

*That's called a step then I follow with the next one*
Double K: Step up y'all.

Thes One: It's the Next Step, part goose-step, on the first verse
you can slumber on the sequel. One verse versus no equal.
On the planet this hispanic takes not a granite. Rock for granted,
I love it all trees and I rock for free, I rock steadily, like the reefer,
it's the people beneath the staircase where plates of funk flow,
steadily rock tracks, I sit back, catch the contact and I just wait,
my next step creates a way to communicate on tape,
I grab a pen and sparks fly off the paper.
Taper off, there's an entity we call the P, equals Double K and me,
t-o-t-s-o any do you know any B-Boys that are making some noise?
(Double K: yes) Who? (Double K: Double K and Thes)
Ooh, thsoe brothers are really bad, one's dad used to play the drums
and the other plays the congos with his thumbs and his sons,
they got the funk too (Double K: Who?) Hey that's us dude,
dum de dum da da doo doo. I represent all my Latins up in Harboured Heights,
twenty-something females, switch off the wild nights.
So you might get a grant, open it all night, capital P rock the party, aiight?

*That's called a step...*

Thes One: Hey yo, we're moving on up

*...then I follow with the next one*
*That's called a step then I follow with the next one*
*That's called a step...*
*And we're moving on up*
*Step up front*
*That's called a step...*
*And we're moving on up*
*Step up front*