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Rock The Show

 

Rock The Show

(album: The Awakening - 2016)


Walk up in the venue with a hand full of matches
And a can full of gas it's about to go down
Mixed up tunes and infused them with fumes, boom!

That's how you rock the crowd
Level up prestige now enhance the pliers
Gotta grip on the game so they can't deny us
On ya feet let me see you put your hands up higher
Feel the heat coming off of that amplifier
We come through and treat the stage like a seek destroy
Hitting punches like a modern day beastie boy
So one more time I need all of yall to get hype
And fight for the right to party all damn night
Special delivery, you got mail
I came to spit flames and I will not fail
Amped up as hell you can tell from the shot trail
Redbull, Coldcock, Molotov cocktails

Get a ticket and come witness these wicked Bizarre tendencies
Straight from the heart, pumping and giving my bars energy
Stretching this art because its best if its artillery
Reppin the arch reckon that makes you the arch enemy
Ejecting these lames, rejecting ya dames, the best when I flex through these flames wow
I step in the game, I wreck em with range, the rest of you check out
The aim blow

Don't stop when you cold cock,
Pirates don't pick teams, just stick up for your whisky with a Flint lock,
Can full of kerosene, pocket full of Flint rocks,
How I get the club. Hot the roof the roof is on fire,
Like the mic in the booth it moves it shoots,
Straight to the stage and it hoops it loops it shoots,
Out to the fans and they groove it boost the mood,
We boot scooch boogey till our screws are loose my dude,
Coocoo, I ain't sane at all
But I'll pretend for y'all until I'm in a padded wall,
As soon as they all thought that it was safe to rap
Income back on the attack, like I'm hip hops jaws,
Dun dun, your whole squad better run son,
Dub spit, double the voltage of any stun gun,
Old nuns clinch both buns, whenever my tongue lunge,
Stunned by the fact I'm immaculately dropping hot dung,
Voltron form blazing sword,
Scorch the score on the score board, slash in the D,
For the discrepancies forever more,
For every cord, every drum sticks broken when the drums kick,
You like that, turn it up,
Blow both of these speakers and have them burning up,
Turn down for what, learn from us,
If you got two hands here's your chance throw 'em up

And I'm back with a vengeance
Back to attack this rapping Olympics
Strapped with a backpack packed full of writtens
Straight to the top of the map and back in an instance

This is rap intermission
Nah this is what rappin is missing
Quality entertainment, facts and opinions
I'm talking to myself, you just happen to listen
Destruction disaster the damage is deep
We duck all the dust and we dash the debris
Devastation and havoc dispatch the police
Let em know that this man is dismantling beats
Please pay attention this is the scene
He wants to leave but she want to see
She wants to meet but he won't agree
He wants to flee but she wants the D

They can't get enough they loving our sound
Time to erupt it's time to get loud
It about time we rumble the ground
Jump up and up and get down
Jump jump put ya hands up
Jump jump put ya hands up
Jump up and up and get down

done

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