Rock It Like That Lyrics
| Song | Rock It Like That |
| Artist | Souls of Mischief |
| Album | No Man's Land |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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) |
| zuo ci : 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 |
| 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 |
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