Lyrics Rock On - Pumpkinhead, Marco Polo

Rock On

Welcome aboard the Underground Railroad.
I’m your captain
I’m gonna explain the reason why I keep on rappin'
Why I keep on movin', doin' shows in Manhattan
Knowin' in my heart that I’ll probably never go platinum
See, it’s for the love—music is in my protoplasm
I can only wish but I don’t have a genie and my name’s not Aladdin
Fasten your seatbelts, we’re takin' off soon
I’m gonna rock rock on, on a rocket to the moon
Start a label up there, sign an alien rappin' clique
Sell a million units and get paid in amethyst
‘Cause on this planet, reality doesn’t exist
You’d rather sell souls than to sign some real shit
But I refuse to put it in park, so I’m shiftin' the gears
Even though time flies, I’m 28 in years
That’s about 10 thousand and 2200 months
Spittin' heat for ten years and haven’t been signed once
How I’m 'sposed to blow up when independent labels front
Don’t pay up, don’t promote—your record label sucks
You got MCs out there that deserve to get put on
So for them, I’m gonna rock rock rock on
Supernat (rock rock rock on)
And The Plague (rock rock rock on)
Stronghold (rock rock rock on)
Red Clay (rock rock rock on)
Juggaknots (rock rock rock on)
M-Pire (rock rock rock on)
All of y’all (rock rock rock on)
N.Y. (rock rock rock on)
At first, I wanted to paint, so I went to art school
Then I saw heads rappin', bangin' on tables in the lunchroom
In a cypher, they were playin' some hot beats
And these heads rappin' was C-Rayz Walz and Mobb Deep
Yeah, I went to school with them dudes
And they dropped out, and eventually I did too
I formed a crew with a group named Doom—they call 'em Hydra now
And they even sound liver now
So me and Blitzkrieg, now we got Park Slope on lock
That’s when I battled, this Puerto Rican cat named Block
And we battled, he beat me, I was impressed with his flow
He saw potential, so we broke bread and smoked 'dro
This ain’t fake—trust me, this is a real tale
Block had a group called Zooty Zoo and introduced me to Will Tell
We did a track with Metaphor and shit clicked rapidly
Then Block said, «Let's form the Brooklyn Academy»
So we did.
Kids flipped, they loved our songs
We were like Pink Floyd, Run-D.M.C., and Cheech & Chong
Then Black Panther, Marco Polo came along
So now we gon' rock rock rock rock on
Jean Grae (rock rock rock on)
E.O.W.
(rock rock rock on)
Medina Green (rock rock rock on)
And Hiero (rock rock rock on)
Beatminerz (rock rock rock on)
Boot Camp (rock rock rock on)
Molemen (rock rock rock on)
All of y’all (rock rock on, yeah)
I never stop (stop) but I pause for the cause
When I rock (rock) my voice echo through halls
And the block (block) be like, «PH, «I'm so (hot… hot… hot…)
I rock for Brooklyn, Park Slope, that’s my home
I rock for the brothers on lock gettin' chopped for the phone
I rock for the b-boys and the DJ’s
I rock for MC’s and writers, catchin' tags on the freeway
I rock for my dad and my uncles—rest in peace
I rock for my grandma Isabel who’s also deceased
I rock for those who died and those who are alive
I rock for my mom and sis—they helped me to survive
I rock for my wife—she brought our son in our life
I mean it so sincere that I’m sayin' it twice
I rock for my wife—she brought our son in our life
I rock for him like when I rock him to sleep at night
I rock for the Ac, my family, in these dark days
I rock, for y’all, like I rock for The Plague
And one day, we’ll all be one, rockin' on stage
Lord, what I say is true, so I’m rockin' for you
We goin' Ocean (rock rock rock on)
Everliving Sound (rock rock rock on)
Bruise Frank (rock rock rock on)
Venom (rock rock rock on)
My dad Robert Sr. (rock rock on)
My son Raiden (rock rock rock rock on)
My wife Shawntay (rock rock rock on)
The Diaz family (rock rock rock on)
The Edo family (rock rock rock on)
DP One (rock rock rock on)
Turntable Annihilists (rock rock rock on)
DP-1 (rock rock rock on)
Turntable Annihilists rock rock rock on
— O.C.
(x2)