Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock the Spot, artist - Blackalicious. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: Quannum projects
Song language: English
Rock the Spot |
| Homeboys take time and elevate your mind |
| We came to rock the spot, rock the spot |
| Homegirls inside just let your nature rise |
| We came to rock the spot, rock the spot |
| Now Gabby got the verbal that’ll get your little wifey out her girdle |
| in a session with me lightn’up a little herbal |
| Turtle shell |
| chool individuals that listen to me word it well |
| Given to the rapper who is livin through, be heard and held |
| in a high esteem |
| I get you drunker than your bourbon, ale, liquor, malt, my assault learned it well |
| Turn the tables of time with my perception |
| Building staples of rhyme hear my reflections |
| on a little life I’m livin in a universe with no beginning to it so it ain’t an ending and at times I get to diggin into infinite subliminably |
| spirited |
| a nigga with a clip and send it rip __ __ __ |
| Indigenous stork has just touched ground |
| Rappers organizations get shut down |
| Not that I don’t wanna see my brothers succeed |
| but rap its like a sport, I dominate, so follow my lead |
| I be the G-I-F-T test me hefty left’s be gettin’swung |
| cruise like a jet ski |
| Up in yo apartment and plop on your couch y’all |
| Undisputed heavyweight lyrical southpaw |
| It’s like a lime to a lemon-that rhymes, I assemble them |
| at times when I’m ____ they shine you remember |
| _____ divine forces ____ that refine men &women & |
| I rhyme for a livin', not just for the __ __ |
| That isn’t what it’s all about, really now, valid clout |
| Uzi mc’s I have arguments n’fallin’outs wit' |
| about what it’s all about, ain’t about foamin out the mouth |
| like a walkin tall can of Guinness Stout |
| when the battle cries soundin' |
| ding-ding, hit 'em like, bing-bing |
| eat 'em like, B-King, yet wit’no seasoning-bee sting |
| wich yo girl dressed in a g-string she’s swingin' |
| my way shorty and it sure looks good |
| I’m cookin up a batch of dopeness like a good cook should |
| I be the jack of trades, rappers pray |
| that I don’t decapitate, after they cash his ass |
| is that an irate? |
| Great! |
| Grade-A, top-choice lyricism |
| Hey, hit me wit’that shell shocked rhythm |
| One time fo’the funky rhymes I say |
| two times for the beat and for my DJ |
| it don’t stop |
| I say we drop it on a (one), we drop it on a (two) |
| We comin’out (fresh), and we do it (for you) |
| You know the deal with Blackalicious, we don’t play |
| (from New York, NY) (to streets of LA) to (???) |
| you know we leave the party wreakin’a disaster |
| for the new millie, rain like a shower |
| let it seep in your pores (???) |
| Oh lord that’s (~scratch~) |
| Rock ya from the top and to the bottom (from the bottom to the top) |
| (cause I grab the mic) wit the intent to get ill |
| a natural that you know who is (still Mrs. Field’s) |
| So slide to the side and (take it light) and (???) all night (party people in the place…) |
| I make 'em suffer, to the fallen mc’s I’d be the (quicker pickem upper) |
| (galactic of a nebula) |
| I’m rappin the spectacular, attackin whack amateurs n’back stabbin salamanders |
| Creepin while I’m peepin on 'em (party time) |
| Before I used to hit the meetings it was (Thunderbird wine) (used to drink the |
| Ole) |
| now I drink Calistoga, sober and I’m older |
| but the world is still gettin colder (colder) |
| The Gift of Gab don’t stop (the way I feel I have just got to rock) |