Letra de Rock You, The Roots



Chorus 
Rock you x6 
Come on x2 

A yo yall rappers less play 
What I'm about to say 
Will probably hit yall niggas in a real strange way 
Shmucks, ducks and half hearted prankster crews 
Willie dank Langston Hughes 
Put shanks in crews 
I debut to make the news and I've been killing it since 
Still in the trench 
Buzzin off the killin dispense 
I want my niggas out that barbwire still in the fence 
Verbal assassin I'm a killer still in a sense 
Rhymes is graphic 
Aimin straight at your minds and blast that weak shit 
The pieces and particles of fragments mad vocabulist 
Yes I must confess 
I'm like Diddy tryin to sink a slug in Elliots chest 
Just taste on that it's Black you can tally up that 
You never knew that fate cut you until your belly was wet 
New Delian cat the Fraggle Rock scully is split its Black comin 
You can tell it's a hit 
Comin to drop you nigga 

Chorus 
We will Rock you x6 

Yo yall savages is primitive 
I'm true penmanship 
Here come the neuro-linguistic rhyme hypnotist 
Making sound waves 
Prisoners outta the listeners 
Legendary magnificent Pope distributors 
Man I remain lives ahead of the game 
Slang play off the meter cause its never the same 
Niggas tell me how they never comin better then frame 
They love what I say 
Here come the rebel breaking the frame and it's all true 
My earning bars arts is martial 
I'm comin to off you 
I aint tryin to argue 
When you least expect it I'm gonna step out the darkroom pull out the hardware tools the particles will spark you 
My niggas wraps give a slice 
I spit nice fucking around this twice 
As much as rhythm is rolling a dice 
To choose one the noose or the gun 
Cause you're getting banged or hanged 
Thought second to none nigga 

Chorus 

Yo check it out whether you ballin or just one the wall and groovin groovin 
We've come to get it kickin and get the movement movin 
For Tracey and Tamika and for Shelly and Susan 
Styles make you wonder what the hell he was usin 
Remember your development with out any music 
Spit so many spears it's becoming a nuisance to some 
But to whoever want to know who the truth is 
You never heard another on the mic as ruthless 
I drink a little liquor a lot of water and juices 
It make money aint no need for makin excuses 
Burn you fuckin with a South Philly exclusive 
Them long dick niggas with real short fuses that go off 
Chick likes Riq, you 
Such a show off 
You cut your locks down to a fro than cut your fro off 
I been at your show there aint no way to cut your flow off 
You got to be the illest emcee that people know of word 

I will rock you x2 

Chorus

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