Lyrics: The Roots. Rock You.

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Rock you x6
Come on x2

A yo yall rappers less play
What I'm about to say
Will probably hit yall niggas in a real strange way
Shmucks, ducks and half hearted prankster crews
Willie dank Langston Hughes
Put shanks in crews
I debut to make the news and I've been killing it since
Still in the trench
Buzzin off the killin dispense
I want my niggas out that barbwire still in the fence
Verbal assassin I'm a killer still in a sense
Rhymes is graphic
Aimin straight at your minds and blast that weak shit
The pieces and particles of fragments mad vocabulist
Yes I must confess
I'm like Diddy tryin to sink a slug in Elliots chest
Just taste on that it's Black you can tally up that
You never knew that fate cut you until your belly was wet
New Delian cat the Fraggle Rock scully is split its Black comin
You can tell it's a hit
Comin to drop you nigga

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We will Rock you x6

Yo yall savages is primitive
I'm true penmanship
Here come the neuro-linguistic rhyme hypnotist
Making sound waves
Prisoners outta the listeners
Legendary magnificent Pope distributors
Man I remain lives ahead of the game
Slang play off the meter cause its never the same
Niggas tell me how they never comin better then frame
They love what I say
Here come the rebel breaking the frame and it's all true
My earning bars arts is martial
I'm comin to off you
I aint tryin to argue
When you least expect it I'm gonna step out the darkroom pull out the hardware tools the particles will spark you
My niggas wraps give a slice
I spit nice fucking around this twice
As much as rhythm is rolling a dice
To choose one the noose or the gun
Cause you're getting banged or hanged
Thought second to none nigga

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Yo check it out whether you ballin or just one the wall and groovin groovin
We've come to get it kickin and get the movement movin
For Tracey and Tamika and for Shelly and Susan
Styles make you wonder what the hell he was usin
Remember your development with out any music
Spit so many spears it's becoming a nuisance to some
But to whoever want to know who the truth is
You never heard another on the mic as ruthless
I drink a little liquor a lot of water and juices
It make money aint no need for makin excuses
Burn you fuckin with a South Philly exclusive
Them long dick niggas with real short fuses that go off
Chick likes Riq, you
Such a show off
You cut your locks down to a fro than cut your fro off
I been at your show there aint no way to cut your flow off
You got to be the illest emcee that people know of word

I will rock you x2

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