
Date of issue: 29.09.2008
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Ruck n Roll |
«Good night Idaho! |
You were great, we love you!» |
«This last song, is for you!» |
(Sean Price) |
It’s Da Incredible amazing |
Unbelievable, yet mad basic, you caught in a matrix |
(David Blaine, Criss Angel the Mindfreak |
I wave and bang, ya shit dangle, the mind leak |
And ain’t a thing for the gang to bang heaters |
I keep my hands clean, bitch, call me the gang leader) |
Shit you can call me commander in chief, when chiefing that damn reefer |
And have me thinking in another language I can’t teach ya |
Writing rhymes when I’m around of ya mans sneakers |
Have you appauled, saying it’s ya ghost or ya damn preacher, but look |
(Lord have mercy, Jesus Price, P!) |
I’m Sephlo Dollar, he’s just nice, huh! |
(Listen, Hallelujah, holla back |
Hollow points leave ya head just like that Sleepy Hollow cat |
I will Amadu, in armored Starter cap |
P, the ambiance of a homicidal maniac, P!) |
«Asia, Africa, Tokyo, we love you!» |
«Heltah Skeltah, baby, Ruck N fucking Roll» |
(Sean Price) |
There’s a method to this madness |
First of all I’m anti wack shit |
Second to flow, gon' do backflips, acrobatics |
Roller coaster flow, rope-a-dope you hoes |
Punchlines either open up or broke ya fucking nose |
(Cosa Nostra flow, toasted from the shoulder holster blow, BONG! |
Wet 'em dead a head a nigga let them niggas know) |
I 'poke a nose' wit a icepick, fuck the 'Resort' |
Resort to violence, and not them little fucking guitars |
(Fucking with R) R-O (U, C) C (K) K, to ya face |
(Insert the clip, pop and pray |
This is not hip hop hooray |
This is push rocks a block away from the spot, cuz it’s hot, ok? |
Listen, Sean Price move belittle your squad |
Like Omar, worse than Little Canard, muthafucka) |
Huh, I ain’t no Jim Carrey Ridder, dog |
But I carry a gem star, I will give it to ya |
Split 'em in four, suckas |
«Denmark, Amsterdarm, Oslo, we love you!» |
«You fucking guys, rock, man, Ruck N fucking Roll» |
«You were awesome, you guys have a great night» |
(Sean Price) |
Psycho, but like no, bitch ass niggas |
Talking bout they such and such, but when I see 'em in the streets, what? |
(You cannot rhyme, rhyme, you should not rhyme, rhyme |
Your squad wack, contracts you should not sign |
Curtis Jack' got clapped about nine times |
Murdered cats wit a gat, you got nine lives |
I got nine knives, I got ten macks |
Mack 10's, clap them, where ya friends at?) |
Hold on, if I said ya name, it’s probably not an attack |
Probably not, but it’s probably a fact, probably |
You probably wack, probably crack, probably is that yo shit |
Rhyme wit raps, plus I can do that |
Die to you fags, now you say that I’m gay bashing |
Ain’t talking to them, I’m talking to you, when I scream faggots |
You lame asses, gon' hate and bring glad to this |
In more ways than one, ain’t that a bitch? |
«Good night folks, it was great rocking with you guys» |
«See Note and Frunkberg in the back of the merch table» |
«We have T-Shirts, CDs, DVDs, distilled hot dog water, good night folks!» |
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