The grass has overgrown, past has overthrown
many MCs but I be the last master known
Able to see over all the Blast-Master clones
Bits of Al Capone, shit’s just mascarpone
I wanna revel in the hits of Masterdon
cos this your rebel and not a fake Rasta ‘mon’
No need to put no tits on Maskatron
there will be no breasts to rest these asses on
I got skills to pay the bills ask my mom
I’ve got kills even without glasses on
I still see ‘em, book ‘em and lock and key ‘em
I should be in a museum and paying me a per diem
Ya cocksnot cheeseball trying to be a Quaver
first show a little connection to ya neighbour
change your record and change your plan
Oh he’s just an old geezer the Stepasur can’t
give you brand spankin’ new
It’s better than them other brands skanking you
Cos when you’re older know you gotta think fast when you
go stepping on Stepasaurs Avenue
Cos I will come and take away that last canoe
when the vessel and the last boat sank on you
There’ll be no message in the postcard thanking you
Just another MC outranking you now I’m thanking you

The trip. Mask and bomb, quick blast and gone
Fed or a mask upon whatever task I’m on
I whistle in like a cold Lancaster bomb
direct hits over an old Jimmy Castor song
And there will be no end to this just more
than a forensic brain-game can muster
You can take the beat to bits and then dust for
fingerprints, but no puddies thus far
I’m too cold and clinical, too bold and lyrical
to be told I’m old and cynical
I’ve come too far through it all
living evidence of all of the elements, I do it all
I saw the minds that grew it all
the times they threw it all
the lines they grind then blew it all
Could never get into it all
it made me wanna rewind my mind and just say screw it all
A discreet disposal in my napkin
Now I don’t see no clothes on the rap king
Just a vegetable that needs some unpacking
then taken to church to feel the birch that comes
whipping round spanking you
Now here’s another one I know you’ll stand for two
it’s a lesson that you must learn if you’re to
go stepping on Stepasaurs Avenue
There’ll be no beef unless you don’t start sounding new
If you don’t well then I might start hounding you
There’ll be no safety in the world surrounding you
Just another MC outranking you now I’m thanking you