Shad - Rock to It | Текст песни

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(lyrics are written by Shad)
Rock to it, a free free to it, to the beat to it this is how we do it

Shad concocts plots and perfects clever scams
you can't find a better man in a Eddie Vedder Jam
MC's can't see the flow, unbelievable
we set records even when the needles broke

don't need the dough, asking more bang for your buck
the only lands that Canuck that can't handle a puck
played penalty killers skillfully pass and poke-check
when black flows jet there's more cash than OPEC

correct ex-cons exploit the oil field
of the inner city some day I hope the soils heal
I toil building a dream where my future can stay safe
a place where I never have to move it or vacate

physically I'm not in great shape cause I placate
and dont consume greens besides whatever grass my steak ate
the fakes keep fronting but I just don't care
wearing forces is the only time I put on air

I spit a hard-hitting verse, when I'm spitting it hurts
I never shift into first, yet alone put the whip in reverse
my free-styling's like a gift and a curse
I'll stick with the verse, they gotta think I've written it first

and plus my skills and sounds thrills the crowd
I can fill my mouth with prozac pills and I still get down

rock to it, to the free to it, to the beat to it, its unique music
rock rock to it, a free free to it, to the beat to it this is how we do it

now whether on stage or in the studio space
we spool in cats to the game it's just the usual case
I'm like you wanna learn to flow homie move to the bass
and if you wanna make dough homie move to the States

I see suckers and style and musical taste
when we step on the stage and flash their futiful face
the honies hearts beat above a suitable pace
showing the super stylistics very few could replace

I'm that ill rap scholar never sweat the finances
just taking out a bank loan as big as my camp is
these MC's need to stop taking their chances
why scrap when you know my arms stronger than Lance's?

touring France with these mad rappers locked in their stances
they thought they had a move until I blocked their advances

I'll be low key chillin, rhymes filling the whole sheet
feeling down loading on sizzlon so seek
students slash rappers songs dealing with no sleep
I'm still a cold thief when I'm stealing the show peeps
get out this young brother with doubts
my tongue smothers the whack
the dub never uncovered the traps

so I'm trying to give light through these mic devices
not that I'm perfect only christ was vice less
but there's too many dealing with the lightning crisis
all I want's a warm home and a wife thats righteous

we gonna get there y'all we gonna rock to it
we gonna rock to it, we gonna rock to it
we gonna rock to it, a free free to it, to the beat to it, its unique music
rock rock to it, free free to it, to the beat to it this is how we do it

unlike the bismarck I write rap tunes in the bathroom
my influence is a black moon and pat boon
I roll with a whole platoon of phat goons
who keep the hair on their backs groomed with a vidal sassoon

pick up the phone just to get the tone
my bicep claim I gotta leg ups, so when I walk the talk I high-step
as a fetus I kick rhymes upon their skans
even back in 82 my ultra-sound was the jam

I just rock to it never get forced into nothing
but words like a mullet-cutting short on the front end
y'all life's more than cake, no offense to the ballars
but we all pay too much attention to dollars

brainwashed now I'm still learning how to be me
worth millions, I'd rather be free, uniquely
no, I may never know myself completely
If I make it home well maybe then I'll meet me

just a capital beat boy lik

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