| Is it a crime because it’s my time to bust a rhyme
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| A dope line to make the crowd behind me climb
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| And then twine to a tune that Milk produced
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| To make the party people get loose
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| On the dance floor, so don’t try to hide
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| 'Cause I designed the rhyme that make your backbone slide
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| To the music, 'cause it’s uplifting
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| Some may try, but they can’t get with this
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| But it’s nothing for y’all to compete with
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| It’s just some smooth shit that’s legit
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| To make you get up when you’re at a party
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| And move your sexy body
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| Up, down, side to side, around
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| Come one, come all, come see what we found
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| A way for y’all to work out y’all frustrations
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| And groove with the band, K-Rock's the Man
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| Now hurry hurry, step right up
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| To my sideshow and watch how my rhymes flow
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| I let my gallant talent illuminate
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| So give three cheers for, K-Rock the great
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| Don’t debate, the votes are castin'
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| This is one race that I could never come last in
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| Boy, you know that the K don’t play
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| You can’t step to me, don’t sleep on a DJ
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| K-Rock, because blockheads I knock
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| And rock the sock into a state of shock
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| That’s how it’s supposed to be
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| And that goes for those who step close to me
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| So when you see me, show respect
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| 'Cause I met get upset and cold strip and snap the necks
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| Of all of those who don’t understand
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| That K-Rock, K-Rock's the man |