Blackalicious

Blackalicious - Rock The Spot lyrics

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Homeboys take time and elevate your mind

We came to rock the spot, rock the spot

Homegirls inside just let your nature rise

We came to rock the spot, rock the spot

Now Gabby got the verbal that'll get your little wifey out her girdle

In a session with me lightn' up a little herbal

Turtle shell

Chool individuals that listen to me

Word it well

Given to the rapper who is livin through, be heard and held

In a high esteem

I get you drunker than your bourbon, ale, liquor, malt, my assault learned it well

Turn the tables of time with my perception

Building staples of rhyme hear my reflections

"on a little" life I'm livin in a universe with no beginning to it

So it ain't an ending and at times I get to diggin into infinite subliminably spirited

A nigga with a "clip and send it rip __ __ __"

Indigenous stork has just touched ground

Rappers organizations get shut down

Not that I don't wanna see my brothers succeed

But rap its like a sport, I dominate, so follow my lead

I be the G-I-F-T test me hefty left's be gettin' swung

Cruise like a jet ski

Up in yo apartment and plop on your couch y'all

Undisputed heavyweight lyrical southpaw

It's like a lime to a lemon-that rhymes, I assemble them

At times when I'm "__" they shine you remember

"__" divine forces "__" that refine men & women &

I rhyme for a livin', not just for the "__ __"

That isn't what it's all about, really now, valid clout

Uzi mc's I have arguments n' fallin' outs wit'

About what it's all about, ain't about foamin out the mouth

Like a walkin tall can of Guinness Stout

"__ __ __"

When the battle cries soundin'

Ding-ding, hit 'em like, bing-bing

Eat 'em like, B-King, yet wit' no seasoning-bee sting

Wich yo girl dressed in a g-string she's swingin'

My way shorty and it sure looks good

I'm cookin up a batch of dopeness like a good cook should

I be the jack of trades, rappers pray

That I don't decapitate, after they cash his ass

Is that an irate? Great!

Grade-A, top-choice lyricism

Hey, hit me wit' that shell shocked rhythm

One time fo' the funky rhymes I say

Two times for the beat and for my DJ

It don't stop

I say we drop it on a (one), we drop it on a (two)

We comin' out (fresh), and we do it (for you)

You know the deal with Blackalicious, we don't play

(from New York, NY) (to streets of LA) to (??)

You know we leave the party wreakin' a disaster

For the new "millie", rain like a shower

Let it seep in your pores (??)

Oh lord that's

Rock ya from the top and to the bottom (from the bottom to the top)

(cause I grab the mic) wit the intent to get ill

A natural that you know who is (still Mrs. Field's)

So slide to the side and (take it light) and (??) all night (party people in the place...)

I make 'em suffer, to the fallen mc's I'd be the (quicker pickem upper) (galactic of a nebula)

I'm rappin the spectacular, attackin whack amateurs n' back stabbin salamanders

Creepin while I'm peepin on 'em (party time)

Before I used to hit the meetings it was (Thunderbird wine) (used to drink the Ole)

Now I drink Calistoga, sober and I'm older

But the world is still gettin colder (colder)

The Gift of Gab don't stop (the way I feel I have just got to rock)

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