2 Steps Forward

Hook: I take 2 steps forward, Five steps back Lately I been lazy like the way Mase rappin' Or lazy like the way Johnny Cash used to sing Maybe lately that's the reason cash ain't be comin' in Verse 1: No excuses I'm learning how to lose Because that's the only way to fine-tune and make improvements Critics keep on chipping in their two cents But they got their record for free, shoot! Nowadays, music's like sewage, nasty and polluted Oversaturated I don't want nothin' to do with it So when they ask the question who my influence is I go back to the nineties and tell em Brand Nubian Gave radio a shot, but got fooled again All it is is a bunch of hootin' hollerin' hooligans Crying like babies, acting like their two again Pardon my rudeness, but you ruin my mood I don't just do this for food, there's more to it than the music So I got to be intuitive to use this gift It's like fluid when it oozes But writers block like gridlock will leave you clueless My ambitions to use and not abuse Get me without grooves it's like mechanic's without their toolkits (Can't work without my tools man) Hook Verse 2: Industry tried to play me, left me with some roses Must've thought I was stupider than the three stooges They tried to hang me, I slipped out of their nooses So I pulled a Chris Brown, I'm throwing up my deuces Downsized like Rice to Couscous Put that lightweight, bullet proof truth in the booth Cooped up for months trying to spit fire they can ride to Go up to that drive-thru, tell 'em it's that new B. Reith dude True, can I even get more clear Make it *boom* so hard shake your rear view mirror Unless you got car speakers like the ones I own Had to pan them to the left, because the right one was blown You're riding on chrome, I'm riding on plastic Two of them got cracked, becaus I hit a curb distracted But ain't no big deal May not have a nice whip, but I still got whip appeal Hook Bridge: (Instrumental) 2 steps forward, 5 steps back 2 steps forward, 5 steps back 2 steps forward, 5 steps back 5 steps back, 5 steps back (Alright, Alright, Alright) Verse 3: I raps for a living, perhaps I've been given A gift that is envied by Mathematicians But are we that different, we both work in labs While they dissect formulas, I dissect rhythms But I don't get paid much, that'll keep you humble son Radio won't play me much, that's causing me troublesome People wanna neigh say, play me like a dummy dumb Tried to shut me down, so I Dikembe Mitumbo'd them Backhanded right back at 'em like Wimbledon That's for trying to tell me what I shouldn't have or should've done Anyways, my time it'll come I can smell it from a mile away like Cinnabon