Crate Unkown Testo

Ruck Im telling you man cut it out Yo...we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange conversation with these mortals, not to play games for real, behind every great Ruck theres a Rock, the Rockness Monsta.....Dutch Verse One: Rockness Monsta Yo its the Rockness, not Rock live Then again im Rock when im live But im not fat, then again my dick is so fat fans let your dick's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!) Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style Not foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile You get with the pawn, in one arms I dont fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion On the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps We up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah fuck God bitch ass rappers, and P i'll trap ya, then like a federal case i'll crack ya Word to my man Don Rulla, i'll cold beat your crew up If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler Click Click...Booya!! Chorus2x: Rock< If you dont know like I know, then act like you know , like I know (Rock: I beat's more ass than mom dukes leather belta) (Ruck:'Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather) *The Crate Unknown* (background) Verse Two: I turn this upside down, clown Watch me and you'll get the picture, if ya dont understand Why I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer Nine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin' like a pulled line Find the robbies, lurking in the dark ally With more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally Tally up all the throats, the strangle hold choke that all my the riots that my brother Ruckus provoke, dont like style? So I dont give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock I'll Rock you buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins Machete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen Follow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you'll find me standing with my blackjack, with a smith and wessin on my side smoke another gat (Ruck: Southern Illinois be the act for the attack) XXXX your Street Fighter, front if you wanna get hyper I strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker Yo representatives light up another Reggie Spliff, while i dip, by the way *Kiss* big up to the ill bitch Chorus4x: RockI know In sequence after chorus (Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya) ( Never changin', forever face rearangin' ) ( You asked for it who want beef so here's war) 4x : I see the horizon the Crate Unknown (background) Ruck: We will, we will Rock you Verse Three: Question (What) Yo, who's the crew with the juice tryin' to front (What!) Yo money, yo life and wars all I want (What!) Bring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun (What!) Niggas soft as burger buns (What!What!) Front man shit, spit On the grave of the weak, when i speak, my tongue as nasty as a freak Im in a inner state of, inner mind Which inner twines, with my inner body now im energizes Its an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen Order b-cheese be sweatin' ,no shorties only gettin' green BLING! the sound then im ghost, gone, me and Sean Your shit's now paid for the Tron, need i go on you damn right Im foul as fuck, so if I should go to the line and shoot two (ah, shit duck) Like James Bond I shoot to kill, Helter Skelter's here Try square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere Born in a place so far away it's prehistoric, Bedrock No regular man survive that ? , from the age of stone To the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my fuckin' names known Chorus4x: Same as Top In sequence after chorus (Rock: Military Punisher Rock MP) (Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville) (Scar on my face but im not Al Pacino) (Run for guns me and Tuck comin' through, Heltah Skeltah) Ruck: We will, We will Rock: We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you, act like you know me of the darkness Heltah Skeltah....We will, We will Rock you...Word is Born> 8x: I see the horizon the Crate Unknown *from background to fade*