Heltah Skeltah - Ruck N Roll lyrics

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"Good night Idaho! You were great, we love you! "

"This last song, is for you! "

It's Da Incredible amazing

Unbelievable, yet mad basic, you caught in a matrix

(David Blaine, Criss Angel, The Mind Freak

I wave and bang, ya shit dangle, the mind leak

And ain't a thing for the gang to bang heaters

I keep my hands clean, bitch, call me the gang leader)

Shit you can call me commander in chief, when chiefing that damn reefer

And have me thinking in another language I can't teach ya

Writing rhymes when I'm around of ya mans sneakers

Have you appauled, saying it's ya ghost or ya damn preacher, but look

(Lord have mercy, Jesus Price, P!)

I'm Sephlo Dollar, he's just nice, huh!

(Listen, Hallelujah, holla back

Hollow points leave ya head just like that Sleepy Hollow cat

I will Amadu, in armored Starter cap

P, the ambiance of a homicidal maniac, P!)

"Asia, Africa, Tokyo, we love you! "

"Heltah Skeltah, baby, Ruck N fucking Roll"

There's a method to this madness

First of all I'm anti wack shit

Second to flow, gon' do backflips, acrobatics

Roller coaster flow, rope-a-dope you hoes

Punchlines either open up or broke ya fucking nose

(Cosa Nostra flow, toasted from the shoulder holster blow, BONG!

Wet 'em dead a head a nigga let them niggas know)

I 'poke a nose' with a icepick, fuck the 'Resort'

Resort to violence, and not them little fucking guitars

(Fucking with R) R-O (U, C) C (K) K, to ya face

(Insert the clip, pop and spray

This is not hip hop hooray

This is push rocks a block away from the spot, cause it's hot, ok?

Listen, Sean Price move belittle your squad

Like Omar, worse than Little Canard, muthafucka)

Huh, I ain't no Jim Carrey Riddler, dog

But I carry a gem star, I will give it to ya

Split 'em in four, suckas

"Denmark, Amsterdarm, Oslo, we love you! "

"You fucking guys, rock, man, Ruck N fucking Roll"

"You were awesome, you guys have a great night"

Psycho, but like no, bitch ass niggas

Talking bout they such and such, but when I see 'em in the streets, what?

(You cannot rhyme, rhyme, you should not rhyme, rhyme

Your squad wack, contracts you should not sign

Curtis Jack' got clapped about nine times

Murdered cats with a gat, you got nine lives

I got nine knives, I got ten macks

Mack 10's, clap them, where ya friends at?)

Hold on, if I said ya name, it's probably not an attack

Probably not, but it's probably a fact, probably

You probably wack, probably crack, probably is that yo shit

Rhyme with raps, plus I can do that

Die to you fags, now you say that I'm gay bashing

Ain't talking to them, I'm talking to you, when I scream faggots

You lame asses, gon' hate and bring glad to this

In more ways than one, ain't that a bitch?

"Good night folks, it was great rocking with you guys"

"See Note and Frunkberg in the back of the merch table"

"We have T-Shirts, CDs, DVDs, distilled hot dog water, good night folks! "