rock rock y´all þarký sözü

[punch] yo! we about to rock this joint, from the family. and
we want ya´ll all to know, that it´s time...
chorus (all):
to rock rock ya´ll
freak freak ya´ll
to the beat ya´ll
it´s unique ya´ll (2x)
[punch]
a-yo praise the master, make plans wit´ your pastor
my rap´ll blast ya, send you to the hereafter
i push a tractor, for horses grazin´ in the pasture
ya heard i was trickin´, the whole room filled with laughter
in ciphers, i´m the one you don´t rhyme after
you only know half of the math, it don´t add up
the lead batter, my hits make ya frame shatter
watch me now! just begun like jimmy castor
i´m bad luck just like walkin´ under ladders
mad rappers, book of life, last chapter
me and my squad build just like contractors
i break shit, you only give hairline fractures
women flash us, don´t know ya better ask us
a bastard, wit´ more contacts than lens crafters
tear down the rafters, venerials couldn´t clap us
you need practice, hit chicks then i´m casper
[jane doe]
the church of scientology, feminine biology
manic depressive psychologically, a.d.d. alive and we
polluted by technology, the fumes and its ecology
while your thought you was out of copy i get nastier than sodomy
probably an oddesey, started back on robbery
was the degree of the economy that do the sovereignty
regarded as a prodigy, leery in sociology
let the wallabees always conceal my gynecology
rhymin´ pathologically, that´s how it gotta be!
never makin´ no apology, worshippin´ my anthropology
fuck modesty, studyin´ microbiology
causin´ verbal lobotomy, it´s in my geneology
six months of sobriety, movin´ very methodically
like a unicorn, more ways than oceanography
guard technology, rip shows antibiotically
true thugs bionically, give birth to criminology
[words]
yo as a youngin´, i swear to god you couldn´t tell me nothin´
i swore i was gettin´ somethin´, clothes or humpin´
for girls with the church, slacks with some shirts tucked in
i set it up for money, my mom worked when i was cuttin´
unsigned strugglin´, for the heat i lit the oven
one would by the cd, the other would do the dubbin´
before i met rob, i was in the clubs frontin´
oh yeah i know the tip, when i see him i be duckin´
but now when i´m clubbin´, those that used to dis were buggin´
overweight chicks, spandex, they stomachs sucked in
stay interruptin´, dance and try to cut in
told people you got in free when you really snuck in
[q-tip]
we never get concerned about who´s in the league
we just stay workin´ so no one will need
an unconcerned outsider givin´ niggaz feed
my niggaz puff weed but negotiate the seed
the family is granite and you can´t intercede
i try to switch lanes at this operatin´ speed
cats in the game be gamblin´ with greed
we the house, you the player and we gonna catch these
who´s the sam sneed makin´ microphones bleed
poker face creed while my mind just read
shorty got rhythm but her freak got freed
that´s insignificant but this take heed
[mos def]
they say i´m pretty like clay is, bright like the day is
beats from my fleet be sweet like sugar ray is
i´m swingin´ this from bay ridge to where the oakland bay is
my game is tough to play, i´m tough to weigh like your safe is
the aim is, to make you recognize what the name is
mos def gon´ set it straight from where the 718 is
the place with the great superiginate the flavors
an all-star block with some all-star laymans
(turn the music down!) this is probably some haters
achin´ cuz they hear us rotatin´ on the playlist
>from b-boy laces to detroit gators
yo tip i got to bail, where the scale? help me weigh this...
yo! we wan´t ya´ll to know...that this is the family, right?
and what we want everybody out there to do...on the dance floor...
is get ready...because noooowwwwww we gonna...
chorus (6x) to fade out