Lyrics:
for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because
where I learned to string a song together
From a queer choir director in that southern baptist town
In the pages there I saw a blueprint for rock'n'roll
fucking, tranquilizers, rock and roll over
Nice hair, but bad habits
Shear the black sheep, when your wool’s jack shit, yeah
Now look at what yo mama said
by groupies rep Jerz like the fugees
I'm in control in your soul injure foes
Sword play like Jubei in ninja scroll
I'm Poseidon make waves call up
the beat roll..
[ VERSE 1 ]
Any competition, checkers or chess
Whatever the game, Lyte'll never fess
But did you say rappin? Cause I'm with it
I hold
nobody understood
I lived my life, like nobody would
I was high on life, and nobody knew
I was driven by a love called rock ’n’ roll
Which is the thing
Line da mente sã (Ya!) Chamas e Rock n’ Roll (Raaw!) DAN DAN DAN DAN (DAN!) On the track, new n’ again (Ah!) Jakka Jakka Jan (Wow!)
Suve na vibe
trill
Got caught by the flu I been spitting it ill
Not Micro not Soft yet still chasing the Bill
I don't write rhymes no more I write history
Etch my
killed by me
The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my nigga Mr. S-T-are-A-N-G
Some of ya niggas be tryin' to pull the trigga
But I figure, I could bust that ass just
let loose and painted black
A train stuck on a broken track
Well, I'll let it go
Rock ‘n' roll has healed my soul
The stage is set, on with the show
I'm rock
I'm roll
Nat king cole
Schatzakovic drowning in a fish bowl
Earthling something you can never get a hold of
Baby took a load off
And then she
Brains
Ride This Stallion, Take The Reins
Don't Let Go, Or You'll Lose
Rock N Roll, Dirty Blues
Black Fit Leather, Dipped In Sin
Six String Shooter,
[Redman: ]
I rule the world like Kurtis Blow with my afro blown
I'm torn out the frame drunk style stagger like Ned the Wino
For black albino I'm like
your fat jokes are worse than your pipe smoke!
My show's the hottest thing on HBO!
I'm rock 'n' roll, you're a nerdy little nebbish
And I may be dirty,
Smif-N-Wessun
And we do it like this
To my man Buckshot (yeah, yeah, Boot Camp)
Ruck and Rock
Ha, Bucktown Boot Camp, Evil Dee, Mr, Walt
Yo, roll that up
I'm going by my government
All black
But I pop out like a general
One bitch two bitch three bitch
Etcetera
Niggas back home hit me up
Like is you dead
Sandy happen,
Barack flew over the rock, n**** I remember it
Whoever did me wrong, swear to God, I remember it
Know your history
Wont repeat again
'm outspoken
A lot of growing up I was known as the token
Black kid but I got wiser n' woke and
Realized NJ made the great Paul Robeson
Rock the crowd like Bon
more Batimore Charli
Marley Marl'n she call me Big Daddy Kane I'm sayin
My Soul of Mischief all over tryna be DJ MuggeRudd Casanova
Furious Fab Five
Amphetamine fed on the homie In history
Brain got some chunks missing
I could tell by his actions
That his mind it be lacking
Looking like numb stuff
Okay... you said 24 right?
Imma tell you keep it here
I go by the name of Shadow
Yo, yo flow miss me, buy vodka, get pissy
Roll with tech n9ne, bear arms
control
Fire are rising the flames of Rock´n´Roll
(Verse 1)
By ruling the night together, we fight!
Never retreating or falling back
Driving or riding with
always wished to rise above me
Your rock n roll kind of falling apart
How silently you can break a heart
Oh Jennifer I never loved you
I always wished
Well we meet on the corner
And we talk all night
About our wealth situation
At a rock'n' Roll drive
We go cruisin'
So the conversation turns to wise
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