Lyrics:
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[Rock] When you come through the door, what do you see?
[Starang] Rockness Monsta, Mista S-T-R-A-N-G
[Rock] When you come through
Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'
Word up I got shit to do you
Lawyers for my niggas who be sittin' in the Federal
Nigga, I'm untouchable
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads
to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity
whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this
a dream
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nas]
Yeah, our history, black history, no president ever did shit for me
Had to hit the streets, had to flip some keys so a nigga
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my
now...
Yo!
Verse One:
I rock slow and easy like soul
The New York flow is strictly for the pro
Hip hop! Ladies and gents
So you can know every word yo
The man can roll with Ice-T or Michael J
[ all ]
Back
Back on the block
Back
Back on the block
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul
down for ours
Coast five million niggaz, sky like twin towers
Cowards, you gonna learn to respect power
We burn by the hour, one burst the Remmy got
Johnny Cash when he was true Country
Not this God damn hippie, dippie, Rock 'n Roll bullshit
Anything with a breakdown ain't real Metal, damn it
Looking
whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
Said-a hip hop,
this day our daily bread.
And forgive us for our trespasses.
[Verse 1] [N.A.R.D.]
I feel like a bullet flown through the wrong hole.
Seein' different
to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
Said-a hip hop, the hippie, to the hippie
The hip hip
Cause I will rock say immediately
That's why I'm chillin in the L-I-N-D, E with the N
with the MC street
You will agree it's me, cause I rock a funky
Parties on it's alright we gone make it worth your while tonite
So everybody let's rock & roll in loose control
We got the soul let's take a ride Now here
Spending our days in a real life fantasy
Wastin away the days feelin irie
Two young souls with the whole world left to see
(chorus)
Ain't nobody else in
a glance from the clientele
Your coffee black as well,
Hair blond as hell
Cast the runes against your own soul
Roll up for the underpants show
And be humbled
and thieves who high-roll
Politicians plot for plots and an extra five
Years on the spot and your thoughts only sought for survival
It was a sabbath
they all just wick-wick-wack
I'm not white or red or black, I'm brown
From the Boogie Down
Productions, of course, our music be thumping
Others say
yo, I don't really ask for much
But two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus
What the fuck is caution?
Often I leave you flossin' and cause exes
underage I belong on stage
Hello rock 'n' roll goodbye minimum wage
I'm teachin' you a lesson in mic' control
Makin' rhymes with my letters in my cereal
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