| Song | Step Into The Realm - Live (1999 Bowery Ballroom) |
| Artist | The Roots |
| Album | The Roots Come Alive |
| 作词 : Abdul-Basit, Black Thought ... | |
| Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught | |
| And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart | |
| Yo, I walk a-cross this, world that's deceptive | |
| Beats are perfected, the ghetto's infested | |
| With more destruction, my vocal eruption | |
| Was speakin bout corruption with no introduction | |
| Approach me with caution cause | |
| I spark losses | |
| M-illitant the rap arson, marchin | |
| Leavin niggaz stiff like | |
| I'm starchin, departin | |
| Hollywood sambos and jokes just like martin | |
| I'm the type of nigga that belongs in a ward | |
| With a mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword | |
| Some proclaim lames, callin theyselves bold | |
| They shall be flawed, when the claps applaud | |
| If this a point of life, one | |
| I can't afford | |
| Then I have to get sheist and | |
| I deal in fraud | |
| Now back to the topic of, the rap philosopher | |
| With more drama than a soap opera | |
| Who stops the propoganda, the hot block commander | |
| Puttin a halt to all the backtalk and slander | |
| Warn every challenger, about the silencer | |
| Muzzle in your mouth for the days that's on the calendar | |
| Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught | |
| And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart | |
| I'm from the valley of the heavyheads, watch the ghetto pre-medical | |
| Undergrads, and steady red faces of stone | |
| Eyes are crevices, life like a double negative | |
| Philly crimin-al, | |
| I rhyme my, dirt tariq already did | |
| Buildin this, fifth foundation in the wilderness | |
| Thought-less, trespass and enter thought's fortress | |
| Limitless entrance, paid, to the order of the | |
| Cypher slaughterer, my mic slappin you senseless | |
| Defenseless, niggaz never movin me inches | |
| The beat fifth, invisi-ble in the trenches | |
| Afficiando, awesome hip-hop drug problem | |
| Fuck stardom, and chickens up in gotham | |
| Poltergeist, slit or choke the mic, til it scream to me | |
| Stop that, cash we conveniently got that | |
| I stroll through your scenery cocked back | |
| Me and hot mack, the nine-eight, el dorado cadillac jacks | |
| Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught | |
| And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart |
| zuò cí : AbdulBasit, Black Thought ... | |
| Step into the realm, you' re bound to get caught | |
| And from this worldly life, you' ll soon depart | |
| Yo, I walk across this, world that' s deceptive | |
| Beats are perfected, the ghetto' s infested | |
| With more destruction, my vocal eruption | |
| Was speakin bout corruption with no introduction | |
| Approach me with caution cause | |
| I spark losses | |
| Millitant the rap arson, marchin | |
| Leavin niggaz stiff like | |
| I' m starchin, departin | |
| Hollywood sambos and jokes just like martin | |
| I' m the type of nigga that belongs in a ward | |
| With a mic and a cord, to hold your head with a sword | |
| Some proclaim lames, callin theyselves bold | |
| They shall be flawed, when the claps applaud | |
| If this a point of life, one | |
| I can' t afford | |
| Then I have to get sheist and | |
| I deal in fraud | |
| Now back to the topic of, the rap philosopher | |
| With more drama than a soap opera | |
| Who stops the propoganda, the hot block commander | |
| Puttin a halt to all the backtalk and slander | |
| Warn every challenger, about the silencer | |
| Muzzle in your mouth for the days that' s on the calendar | |
| Step into the realm, you' re bound to get caught | |
| And from this worldly life, you' ll soon depart | |
| I' m from the valley of the heavyheads, watch the ghetto premedical | |
| Undergrads, and steady red faces of stone | |
| Eyes are crevices, life like a double negative | |
| Philly criminal, | |
| I rhyme my, dirt tariq already did | |
| Buildin this, fifth foundation in the wilderness | |
| Thoughtless, trespass and enter thought' s fortress | |
| Limitless entrance, paid, to the order of the | |
| Cypher slaughterer, my mic slappin you senseless | |
| Defenseless, niggaz never movin me inches | |
| The beat fifth, invisible in the trenches | |
| Afficiando, awesome hiphop drug problem | |
| Fuck stardom, and chickens up in gotham | |
| Poltergeist, slit or choke the mic, til it scream to me | |
| Stop that, cash we conveniently got that | |
| I stroll through your scenery cocked back | |
| Me and hot mack, the nineeight, el dorado cadillac jacks | |
| Step into the realm, you' re bound to get caught | |
| And from this worldly life, you' ll soon depart |