Thes One - Time to Rock Our sh** lyrics

[Intro] (Freak it now) Knights will come, be advised They'll come for them Be advised they'll come Someone's sure that they'll win [Double K] Yo Thes, what (what up?) Can you rock the mic? [Thes One] A ha ha, my mellow my man, it's like ridin' a bike Uh, Double K [Double K] What's Up? [Thes One] Can you rock it? [Double K] Like ridin' a bike, but only with training wheels So what, shoot the gift and let them know the deal [Thes One] I shoot the gift like NRA members on Christmas Morning warning whack MCs I dismiss like a principal [Hook] I'm the principal, our crew's invincible Under The Stairs Impairs auditory of your whole municipal (municipal?) Code area, attack like malaria Concrete jungle bundle of joy Birthed by b-boys It's scary to think a tape destroys your crew's hopes (what?) I can't cope with that, say no Put it on a DAT, Double K Cause everything I say one day will be one way Or another recovered in it's original place Signify this straight caligrified verse Petrified rock, put your goddamn block in a herse [Thes One] Only thing worse, Kaos bursts the eardrums, the P Making the beats and rhymes funkally-dunkally Fat like Chunky A, but not out for radio play Here's a crew washing the wax my mind space Type A, not negative, no way Plans for three sixty five days I add a fourth cause I leap year I leave tracks like Amtrak Battles the P and Superman After that your crew will try and forget like a story It's the Amistad, man you bet there's no one better I rip it all up like a letter for the principal [Hook] [Thes One] Kaos bursts...(Double K cuts in) [Double K] Remind me of my crew Bad as Hell Thes One, lace the track Like a blunt with the weird smell n***a, its none other than Them brothers from another mother, sh** Put the penny on the Stanton, yo make sure it don't skip Hip-Hoppin in its rarest, punk You know you wanna admit it All these crews runnin around with wack tracks They don't get it, they gettin' me stressed (word?) The gettin' me mad [Thes One] So what you sayin, Double K? [Double K] Just put that sh** on my tab Don't feel like dealin' with it now I'll deal with it later See, the mic's in my possesion Yo, so I should cater To the n***as who been frontin' since we first stepped in Brought it back a couple of times Now you give it a grin First you tell your homey "Yeah man, that sh**'s fresh!" Didn't know this type of sh** could even lurk in the West We puttin' hair on your chest We flow with no hesitation Late radio stations ain't allowed on these premesis n***as is hearin' this Late at night like domestic violece Smackin' you the f** up Until we get some silence (word) The P be like Judge Judy on the mic Puttin' up a fight Rollin' hard 'till the break of daylight So next time you corny n***as wanna come hardcore Go listen to 'Lil Kim (word...) "What's the time? Time to rock our sh**" (Scratched until end in various ways)