Lyrics
Jacking cars n' glocks in prefecs clevers, scams
you can’t find a better man in a Eddie Vedder Jam
MC’s can’t see the flow, unbelievable
we set records even when the needle’s broke
dont need the dough, asking more bank for the buck
the only lands that conduct, that cant handle a puck
played penalty killas skillfully, passing coat check
when black flows gets this mo’cash than opec
Arrest them ex-cons, exploit the oil fields of the innocent
someday I hope the story steals the toil building a dream where my future can
stay safe
a place where i never have to move or vacate
Physically I’m not in great shape cause I play cave
and dont consume rules besides whatever-my-graphs states aids
but fates, keep frontin' but I just don’t care
wearing forces is the only time I put on airs
I spit out hard, every words when I’m spittin' it hurts
I never shift into first, get along with women in reverse
my freestyling is like a gift' in a curse
so stick with the verse, and god would think I’d written it first
and plus my, skills just sounds with thrills the crowds
I could fill my mouth with prozzak pills and I’ll still get down
rock to it, to the freak to it, to the beat to it, its unique music
rock rock to it, a freak freak to it, to the beat to it this is how we do it
now whether on stage or in the studio space
it’s cool, the cats say the game is just the usual case
I’m like you wanna learn to flow homie move to the bass
and if you wanna make dough homie move to the States
I see suckers and style and musical taste
when we step on the stage and flash their futiful face
the homies hearts beat above a suitable pace
showing the super stylistics very few could replace
I’m that ill rap scholar never sweat the finances
just taking out a bank loan as big as my campus
these MC’s need to stop taking their chances
why scrap when you know my arms stronger than lances?
touring France with these mad rappers locked in their stances
they thought they had a move until I blocked their advances
I’ll be low key chillin rhymes, filling the whole sheet
feeling down loading on sizzlon so seek
students slash (/) rappers songs dealing with no sleep
I’m still a cold thief when I’m stealing the show peeps
get out this young brother with doubts
my tongue smothers the whack
the dub never uncovered the traps
so I’m trying to give light through these mike devices
not that I’m perfect only christ was viceless
but there’s too many dealing with the lightning crisis
all I want’s a warm home and a wife thats righteous
we gonna get there y’all we gonna rock to it
we gonna rock to it, we gonna rock to it
we gonna rock to it, a free free to it, to the beat to it, its unique music
rock rock to it, free free to it, to the beat to it this is how we do it
unlike the bismarck I write rap tunes in the bathroom
my influence is a Black Moon and Pat Boone
I roll with a whole platoon of phat goons
who keep the hair on their backs groomed with a dow sassoon
pick up the phone just to get the tone
my bicep claim I gotta leg ups, so when I walk the talk I high-step
as a fetus I kick rhymes upon their skin
even back in 82 my ultra-sound was the jam
I just rock to it never get forced into nothing
but words like a mullet-cutting short on the front end
y’all life’s more than cake, no offense to the ballers
but we all pay too much attention to dollars
brainwashed now I’m still learning how to be me
worth millions, I’d rather be free, uniquely
no, I may never know myself completely
If I make it home well maybe then I’ll meet me
just a capital beat boy like meat street and DC
rock to it while I take it easy come’on
we gonna rock to it, a freak freak to it, to the beat to it, its unique music
a rock rock to it, a freak freak to it, to the beat to it, it’s how we do it
