[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I, can't, feel you; I want you to {"ROCK THAT"} sh**
{"ROCK THAT"} sh** {"ROCK THAT"} sh**
{"ROCK THAT"} sh** {"ROCK THAT"} sh**
{"RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO-RO.."}
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Ooh! Put up your hands, show me the real you
If you don't put your hands up then I'ma k** you
You ain't never been touched homie, I can't feel you
I don't listen to threats, n***a I can't hear you (hello?)
[Kid Vishis]
Put up your hands, show me the real you
You don't put your hands up, I'ma k** you
I'm the sh** fool, it's the king prince too
I'm the next sh** from the I'm Da sh** crew, ooh
[Royce Da 5'9"]
n***a get cool, "You're my boy Blue!
Blue, you're my boy!" I'll Chicago, Illinois you
[Kid Vishis]
n***a we'll destroy you
It's a motherf**in wrap when it come to that heat like aluminum foil
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Idolize 'em, not a lot of 'em, body by them
There's a bottle by the f*gs, she should try to follow
the man with the rocks, rocky as Colorado standin on top of them
Toppin top the opposition, I ain't quittin 'til Vishis in my position
I drop this apocalyptic, you got to be optimistic
I'm hot hot hot
[Kid Vishis]
Let's try this sh** again
Vishis the prince, the topic of the spit
This cop nowhere near it, I'm in a win-win position (yes)
Could send k**ers to knock-knock (who is it?)
Hard in pot, fall by the end of the visit (yes)
No henchmen
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Six shots the biscuit
Smackin on his back like I'm burpin a infant
Then n***a put up your hands, show me the real you
Put money on your head and then I'ma bill YOU
Take it out yo' a** in hell, I'm on a ratchet trail
And you about to see the gat derail!
[Chorus]
[Kid Vishis]
Yeah, Vishis and Nickel equipped with pistols
Missiles'll hit your tissue [?] show you and STAY, like Mystikal
Clip to whoever riddle, my mental see you and scratch
You tryin to scrap to cover up the fact you can't rap
[Royce Da 5'9"]
I, can't, feel you; I want you to {"ROCK THAT"}
Glock that, pop that, shock that
Down to click twos, I'ma spit true
Dominant crew, I'm the sh*t fool!
Ooh!
[Kid Vishis]
Put the clip to a actor, CUT!
You motherf**ers up when it's action, n***a what?
We don't fight rappers, we write back at ya
Black mac blap, n***az back snap backwards
Ooh!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Actors, act puss, blow 'em off the atlas
Fear n***az should fear, on point like a cactus
You probably need to practice, that's it, backflip
Word blacksmith, herb active DOPE!
[Chorus]
Ooh!