Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rock-A-Bye, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 12.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rock-A-Bye |
| That’s what it be feelin' like when they bear you through |
| Every stereo radio and they swear you true |
| But the dopey delivery is unbearable |
| Drink (CARIBOU!) |
| Gotta grab your nads, you in the building |
| Rip it 'till you blast they ass up in the ceiling |
| Look, a lot of rappers' trash, ain’t got the feelin' |
| Not in your brain to wanna change up your energy game |
| What a shame, you got a name, but you’re lyrically lame |
| Sedated, save it, cause your memory stained |
| From 'caine you’re faded, a beginner remains |
| With fame you’re jaded and you give me your lane |
| I came to spray it and it finna be pain |
| Will you please, stop |
| Rappin' that crap that you givin' me, mayne? |
| I been fiendin' fo', meanin' flow |
| But they thought process seemin' slow |
| You ain’t gotta rap hella fast for me to like you |
| But wake the fuck if they screamin', bro! |
| And that’s good you’re able to get your green and go |
| But a lot of you shouldn’t wanna be seen in show |
| Cause when I go to your set you be leanin' low |
| Never do you really gotta be ill as me, lyrically stalled |
| Lot of rappers gonna wanna grit they grill at me, furiously, y’all |
| But when you run up and then you find out villains we, fear is recalled |
| Music and murkin' niggas don’t really wanna deal with me, seriously, dawg! |
| Your flow’s on NyQuil or them night pills or that codeine that y’all drank |
| Is a funny sight for real, the people like you still |
| When you so lean that you can’t |
| Spit one of your verses, worse, you just faint |
| Better get a nurse, a hearse, and kiss paint |
| Watch a nigga urk and jerk, he’s on the purp' |
| A percocet alert to earth if it’s quaint |
| In a, box, see me comin' but can’t even swing at me |
| (Weak as fuck!) When you be rappin', you mummy, you don’t wanna see me |
| Screamin' up to the tip-top, a lot of you rappin', it be Ziploc |
| All I’m sayin' is I never wanna have no MSG in my hip-hop! |
| (Ehe-haha! Can you feel it? Feel the swagger, he-hahaha) |
| Last thing I’m gon' say, the people don’t really have green or gold pay |
| So when you think of rapping and go lay |
| Your vocal, you better mash mean and go cray |
| But if you a beginner still, in a deal, and yo remedial rappin' is in a mil' |
| I guess I better slow it down a little bit and go pop me a couple of (Benadryl) |
| Fuck, nigga, why you wake me up, nigga? |
| Makin' million dollars layin' in the cut, nigga |
| Fuck would you say? |
| I been 'sleep for two day |
| Go to sleep, Tech N9ne, nigga, too paid |
| Stay alive, homeboy, that’s all I want you to do |
| You make me go (Go to sleep, go to sleep) |
| Oh, oh, you make go (Go to sleep, go-go-go to sleep) |
| You make me go (Go to sleep) Rockabye, baby! |