Rock the Spot

Lyrics

[Chorus]
 Homeboys take time and elevate your mind
 We came to rock the spot, rock the spot
 Homegirls inside just let your nature rise
 We came to rock the spot, rock the spot
 Now Gabby got the verbal that'll get your little wifey out her girdle
 In a session with me lightin' up a little herbal
 Turtle shell
 School individuals that listen to me
 Word it well
 Given to the rapper who is livin to be heard and held
 In a high esteem
 I get you drunker than your bourbon, ale, liquor, malt, my assault learned it well
 Turn the tables of time with my perception
 Building staples of rhyme hear my reflections
 "on a little" life I'm livin in a universe with no beginning to it
 So it ain't an ending and at times I get to diggin into infinite subliminably spirited
 A nigga with a "clip and send it rip "
 Indigenous stork has just touched ground
 Rappers organizations get shut down
 Not that I don't wanna see my brothers succeed
 But rap its like a sport, I dominate, so follow my lead
 I be the G-I-F-T test me hefty left's be gettin' swung
 Cruise like a jet ski
 Up in yo apartment and plop on your couch y'all
 Undisputed heavyweight lyrical southpaw
 [Chorus]
 It's like a lime to a lemon-that rhymes, I assemble them
 At times when I'm " " they shine you remember
 " " divine forces " " that refine men & women &
 I rhyme for a livin', not just for the scrilla man
 That isn't what it's all about, really now, valid clout
 Uzi mc's I have arguments n' fallin' outs wit'
 About what it's all about, ain't about foamin out the mouth
 Like a walkin tall can of Guinness Stout
 " "
 When the battle cries soundin'
 Ding-ding, hit 'em like, bing-bing
 Eat 'em like, B-King, yet wit' no seasoning-bee sting
 Wich yo girl dressed in a g-string she's swingin'
 My way shorty and it sure looks good
 I'm cookin up a batch of dopeness like a good cook should
 I be the jack of trades, rappers pray
 That I don't decapitate, after they cash his ass
 Is that an irate? Great!
 Grade-A, top-choice lyricism
 Hey, hit me wit' that shell shocked rhythm
 One time fo' the funky rhymes I say
 Two times for the beat and for my DJ
 It don't stop
 [Chorus]
 I say we drop it on a (one), we drop it on a (two)
 We comin' out (fresh), and we do it (for you)
 You know the deal with Blackalicious, we don't play
 (from New York, NY) (to streets of LA) to (?)
 You know we leave the party wreakin' a disaster
 For the new "millie", rain like a shower
 Let it seep in your pores (?)
 Oh lord that's [scratch]
 Rock ya from the top and to the bottom (from the bottom to the top)
 (cause I grab the mic) wit the intent to get ill
 A natural that you know who is (still Mrs. Field's)
 So slide to the side and (take it light) and (throw your hands in the air) all night (party people in the place...)
 I make 'em suffer, to the fallen mc's I'd be the (quicker pickem upper) (galactic of a nebula)
 I'm rappin the spectacular, attackin whack amateurs n' back stabbin salamanders
 Creepin while I'm peepin on 'em (party time)
 Before I used to hit the meetings it was (Thunderbird wine) (used to drink the Ole)
 Now I drink Calistoga, sober and I'm older
 But the world is still gettin colder (colder)
 The Gift of Gab don't stop (the way I feel I have just got to rock)
 [Chorus]
 

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Duration
04:20
Key
1
Tempo
100 BPM

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