Rita J - Body Rock lyrics

[Verse 1: Rita J] Much love to the female emcees Give me a reason to continue and breeze through Like [?] and the trees do Fam, treat 'em love too But understand it's for the ladies Jump back into the eighties They used to play these songs all night long Taping cla**ics full of magic Please no static, I'm an addict, gotta have it In rap city Chris Thomas sat in Watched it, just blushed it But I go with it, who spit it? Prolific, [?] gifted Album dropped, go and get it Tell a friend that she so sick with it It hurts to relive it, got too much to live it Another way, another day I change and say something else [?], it's Rita J You hang 'em on, you wanted more Rita J got much in store, [?] What you all been waiting for Say my name, say it twice PR's the game [?] device Some free advice, get out the game You aim and I'm nice I'm trained and you [?] Come play and pay the price Take that up with Jesus Christ I'm doing my thang like seven on the dice Damnin' my Brethren and his life get to heaven [Chorus: Steph Staa] Get to heaven My body-a-dy-a-a-a-dy rocks There's enough Hip Hop I got, just won't stop My body-a-dy-a-a-a-dy rocks There's enough Hip Hop I got, just won't stop [Verse 2: Rita J] Story of youth, blinded by the city lights It's men in tights by the likes of a romance perception Or maybe chose to [?] his affection Only [?], the same direction, still reflecting - On a young girl's complexion, where's perfection? In the videos and city hoes collecting No, I've seen it all before Protecting the [?] This murder catch further past the [?] of space Avid learner, keep it paced Met a mother in the race 'til my speed accelerates This world is full of hate but I'm keeping love strong 'Cause all along you had it all, [?] you stand tall Accept your actions, perhaps then - You win again, she's only ten Listening to hooligans who've paved your way Shout and say only to be cool again Befooling themselves, I tell tales So the [?] prevails, out the jail of our brain cells [?] Who praise hell and s** sells So what you selling? Still [?] out the ghetto heaven They spitting rhymes [?] selling their servants To [?], pushing suburbans Until we learning the money earning Like [?] And what they do I see into They know it too, it ain't the truth It's up to you, gotta do what you gotta do Accept consequences 'fore the laws been playing you Them flaws betraying you Paranoid available, situation debatable Deflatable emotions demoted the promotions My level documented, signing of this record [?] [Chorus: Steph Staa] My body-a-dy-a-a-a-dy rocks There's enough Hip Hop I got, just won't stop My body-a-dy-a-a-a-dy rocks There's enough Hip Hop I got, just won't stop