Rock Rock Yall — текст песни (A Tribe Called Quest)





[punch] yo! we about to rock this joint, from the family. and

We want yall all to know, that its time...



Chorus (all):

To rock rock yall

Freak freak yall

To the beat yall

Its unique yall (2x)



[punch]

A-yo praise the master, make plans wit your pastor

My rapll 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, Im the one you dont rhyme after

You only know half of the math, it dont add up

The lead batter, my hits make ya frame shatter

Watch me now! just begun like jimmy castor

Im 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, dont know ya better ask us

A bastard, wit more contacts than lens crafters

Tear down the rafters, venerials couldnt clap us

You need practice, hit chicks then Im 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, thats how it gotta be!

Never makin no apology, worshippin my anthropology

Fuck modesty, studyin microbiology

Causin verbal lobotomy, its 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 couldnt 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 Im 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 whos 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 cant 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

Whos the sam sneed makin microphones bleed

Poker face creed while my mind just read

Shorty got rhythm but her freak got freed

Thats insignificant but this take heed



[mos def]

They say Im pretty like clay is, bright like the day is

Beats from my fleet be sweet like sugar ray is

Im swingin this from bay ridge to where the oakland bay is

My game is tough to play, Im 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 want yall 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



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