Song | Rock It Like That |
Artist | Souls of Mischief |
Album | No Man's Land |
作词 : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
First of all, for you pussies | |
Don't take it personal | |
Som is versatile | |
That is irreversible | |
I never submerge this style | |
I break em down (?) | |
While you were still trapped in trial and error | |
Catchin block (?) like a cold | |
Soundin' like the next nigga on the microphone | |
We ain't stole | |
No lyrics control | |
Ya still starin (?) | |
Prepare to spit | |
So don't experiment | |
You won't know where i went | |
Shiftin all directions | |
And attempt to escape | |
But wait the connections sensin | |
Aware of what terrors lurk | |
So i'd be alert | |
Assess the damage, after i kick a verse | |
It hurts... stoppin rappers dead in their tracks on wax | |
I cannot be broken down on fractions | |
The fantastic four... attach | |
Words together like a latch | |
Or a clasp when we pass the mic | |
[tajai] | |
Cast the laser lights in your _______ | |
You've been spotted | |
Everybody want it and only one crew got it {who} | |
Me, a-plus, op, and phesto | |
And if rappers ain't gained respect | |
Somethin they have messed up | |
Got _____ damn near white to black | |
It's night | |
Crowding up the jock cause i have a _____ rock it like that | |
My raps is mad as a phat | |
Thats why niggas dig em, give em big ups and burn sacks | |
I'm gonna peel my cap for some dap(?) | |
You couldn't match one of my freestyles | |
If i was ____ of that ______ | |
Watch out, the raps be curvin' often | |
Comin' from eastbound to every funk shack the hip-hop crowd is | |
At | |
Leave my rhymes off ya tongue | |
Boy, you'll bust a lung | |
Your muscles numb, your crew cannot save you | |
When we up in this mode of soul | |
You get overpowered and that's just how it goes | |
{chorus} | |
[a-plus] | |
Don't even think that heiroglyphics was gone | |
Never that | |
Take a 4 to your dome to send you back | |
You wack | |
And i could never exist in such foul circumstances | |
Kickin' raps to serve your asses | |
At lasts, some mc's who never spit a style from you | |
Nigga we the heiro crew | |
Mark, and betta believe we gonna rock it for life | |
I know it all y'all, we know it all, that's right | |
I'm livin' tall y'all, you livin' small, no mic(?) | |
Well, i'm gigantic | |
And never trippin' of your wise antics | |
The plot is we gonna leave you plotless | |
You know we got this game with the biatches | |
Don't give a **** really coast you claim | |
A nigga like me only gives love to who i'm supposed to ma-n | |
..check it out... | |
You mutha****as step the hell on back | |
From the "o" | |
And niggas know | |
That we rock it like that | |
[phesto] | |
It's phes-rock clockin big time doe | |
Witcha small-time hoe | |
Going down like vinyl | |
You know | |
Niggas try to play cool | |
Non-stop comedys | |
All they ever gonna be | |
They never gonna see | |
The light... i hit em with some new | |
Variations in stereo | |
Inperceptively accerting every rhyme scheme | |
In ya mind on the dime | |
Reconciling... that tactical approach | |
Half these niggas wit gats | |
Probably know it enough to shoot | |
Heiroglyphics got ya back | |
_____ through ______ | |
The boys in blue with bitches | |
Who allow us to inspect them... strictly | |
As objects of sex to take em down slow | |
I never lose control | |
It's all an illusion | |
If my aim seems mainstream | |
I'm a virtuoso {you's a fool} | |
To fake | |
To make | |
Any kind of complection | |
We hiero | |
(chorus) |
zuò cí : Carter, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
First of all, for you pussies | |
Don' t take it personal | |
Som is versatile | |
That is irreversible | |
I never submerge this style | |
I break em down ? | |
While you were still trapped in trial and error | |
Catchin block ? like a cold | |
Soundin' like the next nigga on the microphone | |
We ain' t stole | |
No lyrics control | |
Ya still starin ? | |
Prepare to spit | |
So don' t experiment | |
You won' t know where i went | |
Shiftin all directions | |
And attempt to escape | |
But wait the connections sensin | |
Aware of what terrors lurk | |
So i' d be alert | |
Assess the damage, after i kick a verse | |
It hurts... stoppin rappers dead in their tracks on wax | |
I cannot be broken down on fractions | |
The fantastic four... attach | |
Words together like a latch | |
Or a clasp when we pass the mic | |
tajai | |
Cast the laser lights in your _______ | |
You' ve been spotted | |
Everybody want it and only one crew got it who | |
Me, aplus, op, and phesto | |
And if rappers ain' t gained respect | |
Somethin they have messed up | |
Got _____ damn near white to black | |
It' s night | |
Crowding up the jock cause i have a _____ rock it like that | |
My raps is mad as a phat | |
Thats why niggas dig em, give em big ups and burn sacks | |
I' m gonna peel my cap for some dap? | |
You couldn' t match one of my freestyles | |
If i was ____ of that ______ | |
Watch out, the raps be curvin' often | |
Comin' from eastbound to every funk shack the hiphop crowd is | |
At | |
Leave my rhymes off ya tongue | |
Boy, you' ll bust a lung | |
Your muscles numb, your crew cannot save you | |
When we up in this mode of soul | |
You get overpowered and that' s just how it goes | |
chorus | |
aplus | |
Don' t even think that heiroglyphics was gone | |
Never that | |
Take a 4 to your dome to send you back | |
You wack | |
And i could never exist in such foul circumstances | |
Kickin' raps to serve your asses | |
At lasts, some mc' s who never spit a style from you | |
Nigga we the heiro crew | |
Mark, and betta believe we gonna rock it for life | |
I know it all y' all, we know it all, that' s right | |
I' m livin' tall y' all, you livin' small, no mic? | |
Well, i' m gigantic | |
And never trippin' of your wise antics | |
The plot is we gonna leave you plotless | |
You know we got this game with the biatches | |
Don' t give a really coast you claim | |
A nigga like me only gives love to who i' m supposed to man | |
.. check it out... | |
You mutha as step the hell on back | |
From the " o" | |
And niggas know | |
That we rock it like that | |
phesto | |
It' s phesrock clockin big time doe | |
Witcha smalltime hoe | |
Going down like vinyl | |
You know | |
Niggas try to play cool | |
Nonstop comedys | |
All they ever gonna be | |
They never gonna see | |
The light... i hit em with some new | |
Variations in stereo | |
Inperceptively accerting every rhyme scheme | |
In ya mind on the dime | |
Reconciling... that tactical approach | |
Half these niggas wit gats | |
Probably know it enough to shoot | |
Heiroglyphics got ya back | |
_____ through ______ | |
The boys in blue with bitches | |
Who allow us to inspect them... strictly | |
As objects of sex to take em down slow | |
I never lose control | |
It' s all an illusion | |
If my aim seems mainstream | |
I' m a virtuoso you' s a fool | |
To fake | |
To make | |
Any kind of complection | |
We hiero | |
chorus |