Rob Swinga - Mr. Rock lyrics

Ha-haa, a ba** intro That's right [Hook: Al B. Sure] Back-back in the day Keepin it real, so you can feel Feel it today [Verse 1: Chubb Rock] For those who don't know the name Or can't distingush the rame It's the legendary Chubbsta who was arround when Jane Was arround Eric and P For something on that LIE homie The ba** of A Tribe Called Quest with Hip-hop at that time was mentaly older Had lyrical soldiers, KRS was the holder of the bolders The mortals of Latin Quarter had no time for nickle and dimes We need to go on +Great Adventures+ with Ricky D rhymes I'm the biggest fan of this rougish gonra Exec's will con ya while the regiments will be on you to harm ya If you disrespect the microphone on check Put 'em in a yoke and snap his neck and rip a 60 minute set I will arive before the sampagne wishes The caviar dishes Chicken of....witch is P.E.'s +Gratest Misses+ When you meat and the movement I win Getting stoped, it k**s me but it was the birth of Mr. Rock-Rock [Hook: Al B. Sure] Back-back in the day Keepin it real, so you can feel Feel it today Back in the day Keepin it real, so you can feel Feel it today [Verse 2: Chubb Rock] ......in the hearse of themes For a positive verse at this point I settle for one lace with a curse All eyes are blue to the one that acts rod Brilliant deep rooted talents somehow gets mold Can I tackle this beast to a** To calm the savage beast is a simple tentask I am the best thing since sliced wheat bread The anger in my-am turns graffit to led We're on Script nothing but black thought Educated ghetto street want to meet me Pure knowledge the sense flows through the smirkings Touch my hand you start to shape like I am what I am and what I am is the man Never take it in vain but my man....but damn I'm the lyrical all that hits the BS Can't stop it bores me And they call me Mr. Rock-Rock-Rock ya don't stop [Hook: Al B. Sure] Back-back in the day Keepin it real, so you can feel Feel it today Back in the day Keepin it real, so you can feel Feel it today [Verse 3: Chubb Rock] This is the 5th LP and this big kid is still alive He is the sh** like Windows 95 sharp like a zip drive I've brought my tounge and its high sprung ego Everywhere he go, we go, you know I am still in tune with the rhythm Clinton in the prez' but I voted for Sherly Chizm The memory is erratic it snaps like elastic Rap needs no doctor though some of the members are pedeatrican That is fantastic it leaves room for adults Crate diggers, beat freaks or lyrical goats And I'm all three, it's me three time fold The some of the parts must equal the whole And some are measuring their words with nothing but gold And platinum trinkets for those who sold Is it the true art form or you can form for the not I'm the artist of the year And they call me Mr. Rock-Rock-Rock you don't stop [Hook: Al B. Sure] Back-back in the day Keepin it real, so you can feel Feel it today Back in the day Keepin it real, so you can feel Feel it today Keepin it real Keepin it real Keepin it realBack-back in the day Keepin it real, so you can feel Feel it today Back in the day Keepin it real, so you can feel