“I see the horizon, the great unknown”

Ruck: I’m telling you, man, cut it out. Yo, we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange conversation with these mortals, not to play games

Rock: If you don’t know like I know, then act like you know like I know

Ruck: For real, behind every great Ruck, there’s a Rock

Rock: If you don’t know like I know, then act like you know like I know

Ruck: The Rockness Monsta, Dutch

Yo, it’s the Rockness, not Rock live—then again, I’m Rock and I’m live

But I’m not fat—then again, my shit is so phat, fans let shots fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!)

Swift and changeable, no style be Rock’s style, not foul

But play with me at your own risk, kid, I might not smile

You get whipped upon in one on’s, I don’t fight clean

Float like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion on the tip of a

Sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps

We up in this space deep with nines like Starfleet

Ah Sheet, garbeech-ass rappers, M.P.’ll trap ya

Then, like a federal case, I’ll crack ya

Word to my man Don Ruler, I’ll cold beat your crew up

If it gets thick then Numba Two’ll pass me the Ruger—click, click, booyah!

If you don’t know like I know

Then act like you know like I know

I beats more ass than mom dukes’ leather belt

If you don’t know like I know

Then act like you know like I know

Plus Rock make cops throw Glocks down like Heather

I turn this upside-down, clown, watch me and you’ll get the picture

If ya don’t understand why I be the Mr. Flipsta

I deliver a nine slug to your spine

And leave you on the floor, vibrating like a fault line

Find the Rock, he’s lurking in a dark alley

With more **** than a motherfucking God rally

Tally up all the throats the StrangleHold

Choked and all the riots that my brother Ruckus provoked

Don’t like my style? So? I don’t give a what?!?

‘Cause you bring the beef, and the Rock or the Ruck’ll buck you

One time, so cover your vital organs

Machete’ll chop that beef you’re popping and feed it to my **** Dog

And follow the trail of broken backs and

At the end of it, you’ll find me standing with my Black, jack, with a Smif-N-Wessun

On my side smoking, not the gat

Summon Illa Noyz, BDI for the attack

Fuck your Street Fighter, front if you wanna get hyper

I strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker

Yo, Representativz, light up another resi’ spliff

While I dip, by the way (Muah!), big up to the ill bitch

If you don’t know like I know

Then act like you know like I know

Rockness Monsta stomped your brains in

If you don’t know like I know

Then act like you know like I know

Never changing, forever face-rearranging

If you don’t know like I know

Then act like you know like I know

You asked for it, who want beef? Well, here’s war

If you don’t know like I know

Then act like you know like I know

We will, we will Rock you

Question: (What?) yo

Who’s the crew with the jewels trying to front? (What?!?)

Your money, your life, and war’s all I want (What?!?)

Bring all beef to Bedrock, I got my gun (What?!?)

**** is soft as burger buns (What?!? What?!?), front, man

Shit, spit ‘pon the grave of the weak

When I speak, my tongue is nasty as a freak

I’m in a inner state of inner mind, which inter-

-twines with my inner body, now I’m energized

It’s an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steam

Or The Big Cheese, we’re sweating no shorties, only getting green

“Bling!”’s the sound, then I’m ghost, gone

Me and Tawl Sean, your shit just now paid for the traum

Need I go on? You damn right, I’m foul as fuck, so foul

I should go to the line and shoot two (Ah, shit, Duck)

Like James Bond, I shoot to kill, Heltah Skeltah’s here

Try square with me, clean up man like Mr. Belvedere

Born in a place so far away, it’s prehistoric

Bedrock, no regular man survived after he saw it

From the age of stone to the age of chrome

From Bedrock to Bucktown, my fuckin' name’s known

If you don’t know like I know

Then act like you know like I know

Military Punisher, Rock M.P

If you don’t know like I know

Then act like you know like I know

It’s in my nature to keep Robin like Givens

If you don’t know like I know

Then act like you know like I know

Scar on my face, but I’m not Al Pacino

If you don’t know like I know

Then act like you know like I know

Run for your guns, me and son coming through

Heltah Skeltah

Word is Bon Jovi

Act like you know me

We let the brains blow, G

Fuck you and your homie, ah, ah

It’s on

Uh, uh, uh

We will, we will

We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you

Beats more ass than mom dukes’ leather belt-ah

From the land of the darkness, Heltah Skeltah

We will, we will rock you, word is bond

We will rock you, we will rock you