Caliph - Rock & Sock lyrics

[Intro: Mankind interview] [Verse 1: Michael Christmas] It be the Rock ‘n' Sock Connection b**h, I'm doing this sh** for mankind I lay up in the darkness everyday To spend my damn time These n***as don't get me they calling me creep You see Mr. Socko you falling asleep I never been sane shoulda copped me a piece And peaced my dome piece into all of the street That smiley face is only a facade And I use that to mask the pain away ‘Cause this sh** is too hard But I can't see myself just doing any other job And even though they treat you wrong You f** ‘em up and scare em off And I been ducking and diving and staying alive Media tryna get me crucified Calling me weirdo they see in my eyes That n***a look like he ready to die Hope when I do that the sh** ain't surprise Hope when I do that these n***as realize Hell in a cell don't mean sh** you survive And even with that n***as still tell you lies I'm Cactus Jack on that Mack Attack Dude Love when they pa**ing that True to self on that Mick Foley Get f**ed up and then pa** it back Kick game like hacky sack And I keep a b**h and she probably sing Ring the bell and that ref move And y'all n***as catching that Rodney king Flow make n***a's head move like its D-Lo Brown or Stone Cold That sh** you talk is so old My hair let out like Bone, Bone So I'ma tag my n***a in So I can chill ho That beat gone drop like People's Elbow, n***a [Bridge: The Rock] [Verse 2: Caliph] Do you smell-ala-law That the Rock is cooking And puttin' the smack down Stone Cold on that choke hold For that rock bottom they back out ‘Til it's Bob Brown on that jaw now The venom is making them act out For that pebble to put in a pipe Looking for freedom up in a trap house The irony of looking for higher means To relish the high of these Dietries, the color of mayonnaise So pardon my diaries Shedding a light on the liars Claiming they fly and they kick it like Lu Kang Cooking up all of these pies One look in they eye You can tell that they pun-tang But they do bang, don't they? Drive off like OJ Throwing up all of they Cs Like they vomiting OJ ‘Til a cold plays on a cold day And the clock work bring the oinks out And the block hurts ‘Cause the clockers ain't have a choice They shooting them boys now ‘Til an UZI hit Susie Making Sue bleed from the boys' rounds And her mother is out on the prowl Up in the clouds she putting them joints down For a dope hit just to cope with The fact that she called all them boys out I'ma give ‘em the People's Elbow ‘til they all stop I'm putting these joints down [Outro: WWE Announcer]