Zion I - Rock Y'all lyrics

"Come on!" Fa ya gon', fa ya gon'! Check it out though "Come on!" Yea, yea yea yea yea yea yo yo You could never understand The way that I feel but you swear ya can Cuz you politics just make me sick Let the ghetto knock drop 'til the speakers split [Verse 1:] Yo I never roll dolo, even when I'm solo Spirits come when the drums throw bolos Baby rocking Polo, cocoa bu*ter tears Words to offend you shystie a** queers You made for the scrillas, welcome to the realest Styles that we bless, too fresh! You can't feel us Fronting on the radio cause you can't blend Hard for original sounds to get spinned (true!) Always was a weird one, never fitted in It's such a damn shame in the rap game mayne Freaking you need to envy to hear the beat Letterspeak don't mean sh** in the street without heat From a video - action! What's the main attraction? Gimme ten hoochies look like Toni Braxton Tell 'em ill, it's the s** that's selling People get scared when you hollering for rebellion Let 'em sit in a pool of piss Taking sips from a stale deck motionless The American dream, get fat and die But Zion I never question Allah, hahh! [Hook:] You could never understand The way that I feel but you swear ya can Cuz you politics just make me sick Let the ghetto knock drop 'til the speakers split Now rock y'all, rock alla y'all Punk rock so hard 'til the walls'll fall Cave in to the basement, keep it raw You never seen what been to before [Verse 2:] Yo yo yo yo sh** like this make me get pissed See what's wrong, it's such a long list Unemployment, inflation, lack of motivation Make me wanna go on permanent vacation AIDS, STDs, ecstasies +Sex in the City+ carry d**h disease Don't trip, get ya grip, flip ya script Worship ya money like a program chip Hooked up to I.V., read my I.D. I'll stow away my flow so you can't find me Is you ready?! In the cut like machetes Burn Babylon cause she get me with the 'fetti Eyes getting heavy, rock another medley Twist it up like Ragu with spaghetti First in a deadly array of influence A firm is a faux term, learn how we do this Few could pursue it, avoid kissing Judas Aim my brain to maintain with the coolest Past your position, listen the mission: Struggle the bubble of the worldwide friction [Hook] [Verse 3:] I travel backwards blues, dirty a** shoes Walking in the mud cause my crew pay dues Punk a** promoters, posers, freeloaders Put the scratch down 'fore I bomb with my soldiers Do it real tough so my veins'll bust Rush up to the stage feeling dangerous Get crushed in the stampede, what I need Fifteen minutes so I'll plant a seed How deep? So deep you can smell defeat Of the devil underneath so you can't be weak Temptation, that's all I know But I stand in the light, cause Jah him said so yo! [Hook] Now rock y'all! (rock y'all!) Rock y'all! (rock y'all!) Rock y'all! (rock y'all! rock y'all!) You never seen what we been to before! [hook fades in] [hysterical laughing]