Rock Rock Y'all (feat. Punchline, Wordsworth, Jane Doe & Mos Def)
A Tribe Called Quest
Hip-hop/Rap
8 458
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
A Tribe Called Quest
Interprète
Punchline
Interprète
Wordsworth
Interprète
Jane Doe
Interprète
Mos Def
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kamaal Fareed
Composition
Malik Izaak Taylor
Composition
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
Composition
Rashann Truell
Composition
Vinson Johnson
Composition
Dante Smith
Composition
Latania Morris
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
The Ummah
Production
David Kennedy
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
[Verse 1]
Yo
We about to rock this joint from the family
And we want ya'll all to know that it's time
[Verse 2]
To rock-rock ya'll
Freak-freak ya'll
To the beat, ya'll
It's unique, ya'll
Rock-rock ya'll
Freak-freak ya'll
To the beat, ya'll
It's unique, ya'll
[Verse 3]
Ayo, praise the master, make plans wit' your pastor
My rap'll blast you, send you to the hereafter
I push a tractor for horse grazin' in the pasture
You 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 your frame shatter
Watch me now, just begun like Jimmy Castor
I'm bad luck just like walkin' under ladders
Mad rapper, 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, you 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
[Verse 4]
The Church of Scientology, feminine biology
Manic depressive, psychologically, ADD, alive and we
Polluted by technology, the fumes, and its ecology
While your thoughts you was out of copy, I get nastier than sodomy
Probably the odyssey, started back on robbery
Was the degree of the economy that do the sovereignty
Regarded as a prodigy, leery in sociology
Let the wallabies always conceal my gynecology
Ryhmin' pathologically (That's how it gotta be)
Never makin' no apology, worshippin' my anthropology
Fuck the modesty, studyin' microbiology
Causin' verbal labotomy, it's in my geneology
Six months of sobriety, movin' very methodically
Like a unicorn, more waves than oceanography
Guard technology, rip shows antibiotically
True thugs bionically, give birth to criminology
[Verse 5]
Yo, as a youngin' I swear to God, you couldn't tell me nothing
I swore I was gettin' something, clothes on 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 buy the CD, the other would do the dubbin'
Before I met Rob, I was in the clubs, frontin'
Oh, yeah I know Tip, when I see him, I be duckin'
But now when I'm clubbin', those that used to dis me 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
[Verse 6]
We never get concerned about who's in the league
We just stay workin' so no one will need
An unconcerned outsider givin' **** feed
My **** puff weed, but negotiate the seed
The family is granite and you can't 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
Who's the Sam Sneed makin' microphones bleed?
Poker face creed while my mind just read
Shorty got rhythm, but her freak got freed
That's insignificant, but this take heed
[Verse 7]
They say I'm pretty like Clay is, bright like the day is
Beats from my fleet be sweet like Sugar Ray is
I'm swingin' this from Bay Ridge to where the Oakland Bay is
My game is tough to play, I'm 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 greats who originate the flavors
A all-star block with some all-star neighbors
(Turn the music down) This is probably some haters
Achin' 'cause they hear us rotatin' on the playlist
From B-boy laces to Detroit gators
Yo, Tip I got the bail, where the scale? Help me weigh this
[Verse 8]
Yo
We wan't ya'll 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 now we gonna
[Verse 9]
Rock-rock ya'll
Freak-freak ya'll
To the beat, ya'll
It's unique, ya'll
Rock-rock ya'll
Freak-freak ya'll
To the beat, ya'll
It's unique, ya'll
Rock-rock ya'll
Freak-freak ya'll
To the beat, ya'll
It's unique, ya'll
Rock-rock ya'll
Freak-freak ya'll
What? What? What? What? (To the beat, y'all)
Rock-rock ya'll
Freak-freak ya'll
To the beat, ya'll
It's unique, ya'll
Rock-rock ya'll
Freak-freak ya'll
Written by: Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, Dante Smith, Kamaal Fareed, Latania Morris, Malik Izaak Taylor, Rashann Truell, Vinson Johnson
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