Rock Rock Y’all A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Jane Doe, Punchline, Wordsworth & Yasiin Bey)
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[Intro: Punchline]
Yo! We about to rock this joint, from the family. And
We want y'all all to know, that it's time...
[Hook: All]
To rock rock, y'all, freak freak, y'all
To the beat, y'all, it's unique, y'all
Rock rock, ya'll, freak freak y'all
To the beat, y'all, it's unique, y'all
[Verse 1: Punchline]
A-yo, praise the master, make plans with 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, venereals couldn't clap us
You need practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper
Yo! We about to rock this joint, from the family. And
We want y'all all to know, that it's time...
[Hook: All]
To rock rock, y'all, freak freak, y'all
To the beat, y'all, it's unique, y'all
Rock rock, ya'll, freak freak y'all
To the beat, y'all, it's unique, y'all
[Verse 1: Punchline]
A-yo, praise the master, make plans with 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, venereals couldn't clap us
You need practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper
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