Rock Box (7" version)

Run, run, T-M-T, bye, bye, bye, bye

For you, fresh, fresh, yeah

Boy, you suck at MC, perpetrating fraud

You rock the cold, wacky, keep the crowd cold-born

You're the kind of guy a fat girl ignored

I'm driving Caddy, you fixing them for it

My name is Joseph Stevens, but my middle name's Boyd

And when I'm rocking on the mic, you sit on the floor and we're talking with it, really?

We're dealing, we got a funny feeling

We rock from floor up to the ceiling

We're moving, you're moving, it has been proven

We call this every piece because our music is soothing

We create it, relate it, and often demonstrate it

We're just a suck at MC, make the other suckers hate it

We're rising, surprising, and often hypnotizing

We always tell the truth and then we never slip, no logic

No curls, no braids, easy heads still get paid

Gymnastics cut the record up and down the plus phase

For Caddy!

Because the rhymes I say, sharp as a nail

Witty as can be and not for sale

Always fuckin' fresh, couldn't never be channel

Took a test to become an MC and didn't fail

A good way to demonstrate

All the super-deaf rhymes that I create

I'm a wizard of a word, that's what you heard

If anything else is quite absurd

I'm the master of a right, that's what I say

And if I didn't say that, just say it anyway

Way, way, took part in, coming to places

These first things come, the music in your face

Girls on the walls, self on the floor

With the DJ name Jay, with the track alone

So listen to this, because you can't be missed

And you can't leave till you're in your fifth

You can do anything that you want to

But you can't leave until we're through

So relax your body and your mind

And listen to us say this rhyme

Hey, you might think that you have waited

Long enough till the rhyme was stated

But if the words passed, it would be graded

With a thing that's not debated

Nothin' too deep

And all our rhymes make a lot of sense

So stick your butt to the cut

Run around, you're not in a rut

Each and everybody out there, we got the notion

We want to see y'all all in focus

Just shake, wiggle, jump up and down

Move your body to the funky sound

Side to side, back and forth

We're the two MCs and we're gonna go off

Stand in place, walk or run

Tap your feet, you'll be on the one

Just snap your fingers and clap your hands

I'll DJ is better than all these bands

We got all the rhymes, and all the rhymes

We don't drop dimes, and we don't do crimes

We make a little cake with Duncan Hines, and never wear the best

They call me Calvin Klein, cause Calvin Klein's no friend of mine

Don't want nobody's name on my behind

D on my leg, **** on my feet, G by my side, and J with the beat

Who put in the pie?

Now we're talking on the glaze

On the glaze, on the glaze

Give me one of the greats, Black Girl, in the plate, in the plate