Roll With the Rush

John Lee Hooker

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    [Intro: Trife (No Smiles)]
    Yeah, yeah, T.M.F., yeah
    Killarm', let it be known, niggas
    Just know.. (You'll be wet, niggas)
    Uh-huh

    [Chorus x2: Trife]
    We toss niggas off the stage if they ain't liven it up
    Have all you scared to death niggas hidin' up in the cut
    Y'all play the bathroom, what, you afraid to get bust?
    T.M.F. and Killarm' you better Roll With the Rush

    [Trife]
    We unstoppable, tryin' block me is impossible
    I blow through obstacles and spread out like hair folicles
    Powerful, watch you every move, have niggas follow you
    All alone ya bust off ya chrome in the abdominal
    Comical, derelicts, killa Beretta kicks
    Better rip, shootin' at random so you better dip
    Crime and Smiles the kinda niggas I get cheddar wit
    Confederate, build on the things that we inherited
    Came close to death situations and live to tell of it
    And bitches for the hell of it claimin' that they celibate
    Knowin' damn well they've been fuckin' for years
    Gettin' niggas for they dough and still couple for gear
    I got this shit that these heads been wantin' to hear
    Somethin' for they ear, got M.C.'s runnin' in fear
    Yo we comin' this year, nuclear bombs explode
    Get Devo', crush ya ego, bust and reload
    I could take it to the line and shoot free throws
    Water, my shit is net, you get wet for tryin' to creep slow
    Throwin' weak blows, eh-yo I eat those

    [9th Prince]
    Eh-yo! Eh-yo!
    Eh-yo, I'm a sky-scraper, 9th Prince the vampire slayer
    Wu-Tang player hater, M.C. space invader
    Invade ya territory like the force of Darth Vader
    Analog niggas stuck in pissy elevators
    Killa Hill Projects, you can't dissect
    Undercover cops, Unidentified Flying Objects
    Machine gat raps for niggas sellin' cracks, get stuck with thumb tacks
    T.M.F. wave the ooh-wops, 9th Prince on the map

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    [Chorus x2]

    [No Smiles]
    Tommy, send niggas home bloody to they mommy
    Scuffed up, roughed up, lumped up
    Touched with tremendous, blows to the appendix
    Smack you in the brain, leave ya like Marlon Wayans, senseless
    Bone crush, head dented, I'm demented
    Breeze through the entrance, smellin' like trees and the wet shit
    Luke Skywalkin' on some bench shit
    Schemin' on the next necklace, check this
    Point blank, if you ain't bustin' tanks, don't mention my name
    I bring tension like pain
    Headed in the wrong direction on the train
    Crush dum' it, nigga I'm tight with my crew
    When I wink my eyelash that means blast at you
    Travel fast, they call me Two-Two
    I'm too live, my 2 Live Crew'll blind you
    The boys that wear that white and blue will find you
    Stuck to the suction gate in Silver Lake
    I catch burn off of, any record in the crate
    Old school, new school, I'm hot and cool
    All time rhyme great with the microphone too
    Make you jump out ya chair and act like a fool
    Snuff the man next to you on some hype shit
    Prepare it like this, I'm next to Gumbo, with the spices
    Bad jumble so you know the fiends is gon' like this
    High prices, sky, touchin' the nicest
    Eternal wise, the God's righteous
    Fall back niggas, I call all my shots
    Y'all niggas get rocked

    [Chorus x2]

    [P.R. Terrorist]
    Apocalyptic rhyme, droppin' hot signs of all kinds
    Holdin' nines, readin' signs from niggas who do crimes
    Keep in mind, there's a lot of niggas, that's tryin' to shine
    But they all can't, I narrowed it down, I gotta get mine
    Like last month's rent, have niggas hidin' in tents
    Lyrics, that I invent, torment, and leave a dent
    Have you bent, com-ment the kid as excellent
    He derived from Puerto Rican descent, strike like a serpent
    The album needs parental consent, explicit content
    War merchant, as spoke, could leave mics and spots broken
    No joke, real aggressive and shit when I'm provoken
    I cipher on stage, engage the ball Riker
    Shit I'm tougher than the the leather on the back of a biker
    Back snapper, floor grappler, with moves, a vicious striker
    You need a diaper for the shit that you talk, prolific writer
    Make you dance, make you cry and experience why
    I'm the best at what I do and not a man can deny
    Slice ya ass up, Colombian necktie, you die

    Yeah

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    Composición: John Lee Hooker

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