Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock the Beat, artist - Ed O.G. Album song Wishful Thinking, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Overlooked
Song language: English
Rock the Beat |
| Who got 'dro to twist, prefer the brew over Cris' |
| To my independent women and my male chauvinists |
| Throw your fist before you wish |
| Stick your nose in this, we closin this |
| Edo’s maniacal — Supreme get the record |
| Loop it and chop it, now it’s unrecognizable |
| Cut off the unreliable |
| If it’s hot it’s undeniable |
| Type of shit you start a riot to |
| He fire one, I fire two, inspire you |
| Make you believe the bullshit, that’s what liars do |
| See, we roll like tires do |
| If you admire me, then I admire you |
| Cause it’s a cold, cold world for this warm-blooded mammal |
| Keep it off the handle, filled with rap ammo |
| The revolution will be televised on every channel |
| More than a little bit of lootin and vandals |
| This is far from gangsta |
| It’s that hip-hop shit filled with anger |
| It’s the streets, to beef it’s no stranger |
| It’s these beats and rhymes that might change ya |
| It’s the peace of mind that I’m chasin |
| Livin life with less aggravation (say what) |
| It’s mind tellin body about to lose patience |
| Writers, DJ’s, MC’s, and breakers |
| I got a second chance to make the same mistake twice |
| My advice for the un-nice, don’t try to break the ice |
| Unless you wanna sacrifice your life |
| I’m authentic, you artificial, man |
| A sacrificial lamb, we got issues at hand |
| High-rankin officials, launch missiles at anybody who ain’t fam |
| You understand cause we overstand, it’s over, man |
| You either bend, fold or show your hand |
| You’re overpowered and undermanned |
| Cause Edo. |
| G and Overlooked got the upper hand |
| From the 'Bury, Dorchester to Mattapan |
| You can fall for it all but I know where I stand |
| So where you stand? |
| If it’s about poppin shit and coppin shit |
| Go 'head and rock the platinum, I rock some copper shit |
| The total opposite |
| I ain’t with that stupid suit-and-tie office shit |
| It’s that Boston shit |
| Hey yo, my ritual for rap’s traditional with facts |
| Subliminal to callin niggas out on wax |
| We ain’t equal, it’s for my people |
| Who got they eyes wide and ain’t lookin at the world through a peephole |
| The mind, soul and body attack the ungodly |
| Who wanna make rap a big party |
| See, I’mma get what I’m supposed to get |
| I only got about 10 real friends, rest of y’all’s just associates |
| From indie labels, rappers to strip dancers |
| Get pounds and hugs, numbers I never answer |
| Travel frequently |
| We ain’t down if you ain’t competin with me |
| I’m on the airwaves on different frequencies |
| How much dough did you go through |
| Budgets did you blow through to get the industry to know you? |
| Your life is on a auction block, bid quick |
| Heard it all before and ain’t impressed with shit |