Rock It

Intro: DJ Premier scratches

You know I come around and rock it

I said Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!

PRhyme, word up

You know I come around and rock it

They saying Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!

You know I come around and rock it

Word up

Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"

I write for Sean Price and Dilla, my mic is Thriller

My ratchet blows, it's trappin' souls like Bryson Tiller

They sprayed the crib, left lead in the awnings

And that's the very thing that gets me out the bed in the mornin'

I got the bread in the corner, got my career in the sauna

I got no fear of dishonor, I bled and lived through trauma

First, the Fat Boys break up, then Bow Wow retires

And now y'all disrespectin' the King

I come through there with the street sweeper for ******

Claimin' they doin' dirt and get to just disinfectin' the scene

I'm what you call the epitomizer of gettin' dark, I will spit a geyser

That'll give these guys on the charts the vitiligo of bars

I'm feelin' like the Don on the permanent throne

**** like the Qu'ran, burn it, you can get stoned

It's smellin' like a megaphone in the coupe

Go into the extra zone in the booth, flow in the tool

The headphones, the microphone, and the new poems approve

I'm the best to ever put breaths on the measure, metronome in the loop

All I can do is turn your sister to my all-night masseuse

Zonin' to Gu', this is my moment of truth

Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"

Can I rock it? Yes, you can

Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can

If she pretty, I'ma come around your city, I'm gon' hunt it down

Hit it, I'ma hit it, I'm gon' come around and rock it

Can I rock it? Yes, you can

Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can

Anytime I come around your city, I'm gon' burn it down

Venue after venue, I'm gon' come around and rock it

Interlude: DJ Premier scratches

You know I come around and rock it

You know I come around and rock it

You know I come around and rock it

Word up

You know I come around and rock it

Word up

Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"

Now, first the Dipset split up, then Azealia Banks leave Twitter

And now you ****** hatin' on Nickel

I just been the same standup ***** since the day I came in this game

And I just come in here to stay til' I'm crippled

I'm a combination of Kane, G-Rap, Reggie Noble, and James

Who still has Ashanti and Kelly Rowland in dreams

They tried to blackball me, but couldn't, I was too ******' good

They tried to run me out of my city, I was too ******' hood

So, all I'm tryin' to say (say) to artists tryin' to kill me is

"Hey! Even Patron had to stand in line and wait"

This is God's work handcrafted by karma

I'ma always be here laughin' and clownin', last til' I promise

And last but not least, I'ma finally retire my dad

From out that post office, and that's on my mama

I live my life for my girls and my boys

And I took my soul back from the devil, now the world can enjoy it

Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"

Can I rock it? Yes, you can

Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can

If she pretty, I'ma come around your city, I'm gon' hunt it down

Hit it, I'ma hit it, I'm gon' come around and rock it

Can I rock it? Yes, you can

Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can

Anytime I come around your city, I'm gon' burn it down

Venue after venue, I'm gon' come around and rock it

Outro: DJ Premier scratches

You know I come around and rock it

You know I come around and rock it

You know I come around and rock it

Word up

You know I come around and rock it

You know I come around and rock it

You know I come around and rock it

Word up