Roll with You - Khaligraph Jones

Memphis 1955 on Newton Avenue Jerry, Carl and Roy and Lee and And Jack Clement too A new sun risin' on the way we sing And a world of weirdos waitin' in the wings Oh, but I'm a different man for lovin' you And I take a shot at what you ask me to And baby I will rock and roll with you If I have to Well, they used to call us Rockabillies All of us ran through When the big cat opened up the door Boop-bap-alap-bamboo I didn't ever play much rock and roll 'Cause I got so much country in my soul But I love you and though I'm past 42 There are still a few things yet I didn't do And baby I will rock and roll with you If I have to

They used to call me Rockabilly All of us ran through When Elvis opened up the door With a pup-and-pup-and-boo I didn't ever play much rock and roll 'Cause I got so much country in my soul But I'm a different man for lovin' you And I take a shot at what you ask me to And baby, I will rock and roll with you If I have to Memphis 1955 on Newton Avenue Carl and Jerry and Charlie and Roy And Billy Riley too A new sun risin' on the way we sing And a world of weirdo's waitin' in the wings But I love you and though I'm past 42 There are still a few things yet I didn't do And baby, I will rock and roll with you If I have to

So pretty and savage She opened her bag, I swear that she's bad as can be And all of them bothers They throwing them dollars, but she's only fucking with me She so smooth, she's so classy, so ratchet So sassy, so nasty, so fancy and trashy, yeah So independent, she don't need shit from me No, she don't need nothing at all They ain't fucking with her when it come to money Man she gon' out-hustle them all She's so fine, she's so sweet She's all mine, she smokes weed, she goes long, I go deep On that drink, she's so street Late night, she's on a mission She only dances with ghosts (only dance with ghosts) Sits in the dark and listens to Writings on the wall (writings on the wall) She's just looking for something to hold She be getting high but laying low She's so afraid that she's gon' be alone She gon' grip 'em 'til they let her go (only dance with ghosts) Stupid, told me not to lose myself Inside my own addictions, Lord, I need some help The answer's stolen, and I prayed my prayers And I keep looking up but ain't nobody there The boss of the bitches I ain't gotta mention, she really be tricking them tricks I know that she loyal She ain't got shit for 'em, it's just like her hitting the lick She's so brave, I'm amazed Her head game is insane, that sex game is the same, it's that flame, yeah Sometimes she's sober And sometimes she's fucking up but you'll never know And out of her body if she's on that molly Or if she done fucked with her nose And she do what she want and it's still on the low Ain't no one gotta know, yeah, she sticks to the code Late night, she's on a mission She only dances with ghosts (only dance with ghosts) Sits in the dark and listens to Writings on the wall (writings on the wall) She's just looking for something to hold She be getting high but laying low She's so afraid that she's gon' be alone She gon' grip 'em 'til they let her go (only dance with ghosts) Stupid, told me not to lose myself Inside my own addictions, Lord, I need some help The answer's stolen, and I prayed my prayers And I keep looking up but ain't nobody there

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby