Kick Rocks (A Sonata)
If I died tonight I would be happy with my character
Humble as Canada and as strong as America on steroids
Lately I been trying to control my roid rage
Marijuana helps, 23 this is my stoned age
Calm as the eyes of a stone cold killa
Ya girl came around and I browse'r like Mozilla
But I already got a girl with an ass that's fatter
And I leave that shit with bruises like the rings around Saturn
Losers quit talking cuz ya losers don't matter
You should keep walking before ya brain lose data
Our lyrical content make ya brainwaves shatter
No need to sweep it up cuz that shit don't matter
Burst out the stratosphere, Rush in like Vladimir
You try and hold us back, kick rocks, get out of here
You don't wanna get out of here? We'll smack you out of here
Eat you, take ex-lax, then crap you out of here... BITCH!
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
Oh so you lost and now you ended up in my hood?
Only way that we can set you free is if you rap good
Never found a man I couldn't beat, no one eats my food
Seared ragu, no tofu, I cook good
I came through, it's so true that you're shook
I been robbin' rappers, their egos is all that I took
Man said they would never be snitchin' until they got booked
I will rap their bodies in stiches if I get one look
All of them are actively fishy, they're pawns they're not rooks
The way that I will take 'em all out will make a good book
You think that you're better than who? Good luck!
Cuz you been smokin' rocks with your crew... go cook
I can make a vid with you too: straight snuff
I swear I know all the shit that I do is fucked up
Cuz everytime I do what I do, I'm fucked up
I even ran some trains with my crew... that's fucked up!
I swear even the dreams I'm pursuing are fucked up!
And if you think you can do what I'm doing you're fucked up!
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
Y'all already kickin' and smokin' rocks
We got you kickin' and smokin' boulders til your toes and ya throat hurt
You order hors d'ouvres, I order more dirt
Diving in soul first, you border horders
Sores hurt formed from mortars thrown at foreigners
In different corners
Fist full of quarters
The man with less of a name
Not stressin' no fame, still stressin' the same
Blessed with a brain to be tested with pain
Lessons that came, and those that went
Sweatin' to gain and clothes get wet
Then I step in the frame, and the rope gets stretched
Left to be blamed for the hope that's dead
While reppin' no shame to cope with it
Cuz I never did, and don't give a shit!
So leave me the fuck alone, there's some rocks you can go kick
Til ya foot's broken, ya eyes don't focus
Dope headed, bogus
When we done with you... them rocks you'll be smokin!!!
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
Humble as Canada and as strong as America on steroids
Lately I been trying to control my roid rage
Marijuana helps, 23 this is my stoned age
Calm as the eyes of a stone cold killa
Ya girl came around and I browse'r like Mozilla
But I already got a girl with an ass that's fatter
And I leave that shit with bruises like the rings around Saturn
Losers quit talking cuz ya losers don't matter
You should keep walking before ya brain lose data
Our lyrical content make ya brainwaves shatter
No need to sweep it up cuz that shit don't matter
Burst out the stratosphere, Rush in like Vladimir
You try and hold us back, kick rocks, get out of here
You don't wanna get out of here? We'll smack you out of here
Eat you, take ex-lax, then crap you out of here... BITCH!
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
Oh so you lost and now you ended up in my hood?
Only way that we can set you free is if you rap good
Never found a man I couldn't beat, no one eats my food
Seared ragu, no tofu, I cook good
I came through, it's so true that you're shook
I been robbin' rappers, their egos is all that I took
Man said they would never be snitchin' until they got booked
I will rap their bodies in stiches if I get one look
All of them are actively fishy, they're pawns they're not rooks
The way that I will take 'em all out will make a good book
You think that you're better than who? Good luck!
Cuz you been smokin' rocks with your crew... go cook
I can make a vid with you too: straight snuff
I swear I know all the shit that I do is fucked up
Cuz everytime I do what I do, I'm fucked up
I even ran some trains with my crew... that's fucked up!
I swear even the dreams I'm pursuing are fucked up!
And if you think you can do what I'm doing you're fucked up!
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
Y'all already kickin' and smokin' rocks
We got you kickin' and smokin' boulders til your toes and ya throat hurt
You order hors d'ouvres, I order more dirt
Diving in soul first, you border horders
Sores hurt formed from mortars thrown at foreigners
In different corners
Fist full of quarters
The man with less of a name
Not stressin' no fame, still stressin' the same
Blessed with a brain to be tested with pain
Lessons that came, and those that went
Sweatin' to gain and clothes get wet
Then I step in the frame, and the rope gets stretched
Left to be blamed for the hope that's dead
While reppin' no shame to cope with it
Cuz I never did, and don't give a shit!
So leave me the fuck alone, there's some rocks you can go kick
Til ya foot's broken, ya eyes don't focus
Dope headed, bogus
When we done with you... them rocks you'll be smokin!!!
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
You smokin' rocks while we got you kickin' rocks bitch!
Get lost kid... get lost
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Writer(s): C. Robinson
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