Rocket - song lyrics
Now im bacc in the lab, and its time to attack,
All these trapstars wacc, guess their trap was an act,
Cuz their still on the beats,
Niggaz dry snitchin on they self and they still on the street?
It amazes me, how niggaz claim to be,
Out here gettin this money but they lookin lame to me,
Duccin the bars,
Because they know its way over head
To the niggaz in charge,
Im really lookin for bread but its a fuccin facade,
So who we are, is the squad, spittin bars, the gift to spar,
With any nigga sayin i aint mister bar, or i missed a bar,
I give the gift of scars,
I spit nasty like my breath is mixed wit sars,
Incredible,
Timing impecable,
Niggaz rollin wit me spittin special too,
Get up on the level dude, niggaz miles ahead of you,
Spit a mile a minute so you know imma kill it
Choppin it up like a vegetable,
And Takin off like a roccet,
The way im spittin these bars, you know that we are in charge,
Thats y we sittin in the coccpit, keep ya goals in ya optic,
But if ya goals to b betta den me,
Then jus stop it (haha) lil nigga jus stop it,
Cuz like I said my nigga im takin off like a rocket,
Thats why we sittin in the cockpit (GO!)
Its that boy Phresh, and he at it til death,
With the bars that im spittin so crystal its meth//
Shoutout to Method Man, a veteran,
Thowin it bacc like a mexican,
Rippin this beat up like im shreddin sand
Its too easy, ya bars is so cheesy, got a nigga speakin greasy,
Easy easy cowboy, b4 the gun go pow boy,
Make a sound boy and yuh smokin,,
No jokin call my homie wit the potent,
Cali strong, I dont fucc wit the babylon,
I remember wen i battled Honn, i was nervous, I came out surgin,
But all my data gone, out the window pass the indo,
Damn we way passed the intro and we...
Takin off like a roccet,
The way im spittin these bars you know that we are in charge
Thats why we sittin in the cockpit// keep ya goals in ya optic,
But if ya goals to b better than me,
Then just stop it// lil nigga jus stop it,
Cuz like I said my nigga im takin off like a rocket,
Thats why we sittin in the cockpit (GO!)
Reachin out to niggaz givin niggaz handouts//
Body baggin beats and tellin pussy niggaz stand down//
As yuh can see im on my ratchet shit,
I clap the fif,
Im mad cuz now they tellin me that im a man down//
And nobody gunna get it, so quit it,
Lil homie been siddick since Riddick// get in,
The bacc seat we goin for a ride,
Matter fact nigga get in the passenger side,
I aint no chauffeur, i thought i told ya,
Im the mastermind behind these massive lines//
Like you sniffin raw coke, a gift to the morgue hope,
Yuh gifted or know, some tricks for ya torso, im liftin your soul,
To the place where we all go,
Unless yuh sin bad, so the question gets asked have yuh been bad?//
Am i fallin out the pocket? no you need to stop it//
I can, change the topic wit a flick of the wrist,
The better I am man the bigger it gets//
Im lookin to flip,
A hater upside down, got a tickin time bomb and its goin off now//
Matter fact imma fucc the rest of the beat up,
Ya knees rub wen somebody tell you to speed up,
If it make sense then it make sense, muthfucca b patient,
Im changin the game like the gangs in the station (Woo)