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    "Rock You" Lyrics

    The Roots

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    Rock you {*repeat 6X*}
    Come on {*repeat 2X*}

    Aiyyo y'all rappers less play, what I'm about to say
    Will probably hit y'all 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 skully is split it's Black comin
    You can tell it's a hit, comin to drop you nigga

    We will Rock you {*repeat 6X*}

    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 ain't 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


    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 ain't 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 ain't no way to cut your flow off
    You got to be the illest emcee that people know of word

    I will rock you {*repeat 2X*}

    This song was submitted on November 27th, 2004 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Ahmir K. Thompson, George L. Spivey, Tarik L. Collins.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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