Lyrics Rocco's Song - Dylan St. John

Rocco's Song

It was only 4 years ago
Cy would drive through the snow
Park his Rav up on Dyckman Ave
Just so we could go to Morroco’s
See thats where i learned to mix
He was a master of his craft
And he knew I had a gift
I could spit… but so could half of New York
He told me «always come real & leave the rest to the lord» said that «fame can
be a double egde sword» made me hit the right note every single fucking time I
record!
Now its take 82 & i’m sweating in the booth he said «Saint,
take a break?»
I said «I don’t play to lose»
He said got it stand by then we took it back to work you see I never follow
trends I would rather do it first
And mama said Im capable of anything so I responded back that I’m gonna Paint
the Universe
I need serenity, fonto & some hennesee
Some people who gonna value me
Who ARE who they pretend to be
Look
See my circle getting smaller
But my crowd getting bigger
Cut some people off yeah I had to pull the trigger
Rapper turned to singer
Or at least they tried
Til they heard me scream rage
Yellin «MOTHERFUCK THE 5!»
And I’m too young too die but I’m ready like Notorious
Sleep is for the weak that’s word to Belly life is glorious
I don’t need a major deal or a fucking co sign
I knew that I had the skill back when it was 09
A raw talent just waiting to find balance
The alpha of my pack
Im waiting on my challenge
I said welcome to the jungle
I was born to rumble
A little bit of cocky with a little bit of humble
If you don’t know the play get the fuck up out my huddle
Saint Almighty this is how the cookie crumble
If I get the rock I guarantee I never fumble
If we talking bands then let me hit you with a drum roll
One eye open yeah that’s how I gotta stay
And I know it got confusing when you started making bank
Off some shit that was making with this mother fucker Doug
Ironic that that schemy man was really just the plug
Connected me to you
And getting me in touch with my roots
And the truth
As I battled all my demons in the booth
As my friends were wearing suits making money
And that shit would make me work even harder man I was hungry
You took me under your wing
Taught a youngn' the ropes
I was down in the corner
You really gave me some hope
I look at you as a king
Musical father figure
Still with Cy Hi
Just know that we fuckin miss ya