Rock Out

[Verse 1: Godemis]

I do mean to be too mean

Shining like I do with new bling

And anybody wanna bite our routine

Will get cut like stella with the groove thing, back

And I mean that, bro homo

I'll cut that cunt looking like I don't know

I don't care, you can stand right there

I'll still play the money shot back in slow-mo

En vogue for the photo

I got zero tolerance for the po-po

They're unaware that I know

How to get whenever we ducking the five o

Look alive, this my show

That said, I don't gotta be macho

Moving the merchandise, I'm like Costco

Sharp cheddar it's better when it's not yours

Killer city committee we got shots for

Anybody who thinking that we not dope

They taking aim when I'm not close

Claim they can hang, well i got rope

Shit ain't the same and I got jokes

Punchlines connected with my quotes

I'm on a landslide and I got votes

And I'm leaping off of that top rope

Coming in hot like I wanna chop throats

CES Cru, we the new hip hop hope

One in a million will not rock boats

And they wondering is it ever gonna stop nope, please

With enemies like these we don't need anymore

We made a path and we came through it

Put a snake and a bat on the back of a fan when you rep that Strange Music

[Hook: Tech N9ne]

Suck my soul and I'll eat your funky emotions

Rock out, rock out

Rock out, rock out

[Verse 2: Ubiquitous]

U-B-I

I do my own thang

What they gon' say? No se

Break it out my pocket when I pay for play

Book a three K for booker DJ

With the spirit of the Andre, tell him obey

I see my face in the Midi gold frame

Crime in the city but the city won't say

Running out of gas, you could give me yo lane

I'ma do it for the average Jimmy Joe Jane

I'm doing great, got my syllables straight

Turn a rapper yellow with the killer cold play

Feeling myself, they be feeling old age

I strip away they ego, I don't need a codename

Mister Viglione, really don't play

Augment an intellect, silicone brain

Numbing up my nerve now I'm feeling no pain

Loading up a gun but will it go bang?

They wanna ask, is he okay?

Are you serious? I'm doing just fine

I was living down low, you was up high

From the underground but I'm moving up, climb

I'ma drop another album, do it up fly

Bust another round, now it's shoot-em-up time

I don't got a gat but I got a mouthpiece

Put 'em onto the mat and I pin 'em down count three

I'ma push a boundary, coming for the bounty

Man always wonder why could they diggy-doubt me

Take a va-cay, I never been to Maui

Never dream about sleep, but I'm feeling drowsy

So they know a couple things and they wanna out me

Zipping up a lip when they come around me

Talking bad you don't wanna fuck around please

Godemis, U-B-I with the killer clown G, the king

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

One thing 'bout rock music

When you good you get them dames

White bitches, they want the main vein

Wanna get ahead of the pack to give brain

Put the middle leg in they lap

Good at rap? Then they begging for that

Matter fact, if you got the stacks say where the orgy at

Then a lot of whores come pour the sack

Ain't nobody fucking with it, said it on Sole's shit

Keeping it popping, that's how the MO stay rich

When I go lay hits, get a hoe way lit

Then I'm off in her mouth and I be the Colgate bitch

Uh, everybody love a nigga ripping it

Uh, make a lot of money then I'm kicking it

Uh, why ya lady bugging me to dip it in

Uh, stick it in, uh, uh, uh

You can bet the Nina got guts

Every chick been around me got fucked

And she never better come around and make it pop up

'Cause I'm bussin' on everything and I make her mop up

Then smoke that

Super loud and we choke that

Look at her wow, it be so fat

Back in her mouth and she throat that (Bozack)

I got the cotton mouth

She stuck in here with my jock in mouth

Can't understand what she talking 'bout

When she making a blood spit Sriracha out

Tecca Nina got you lots of clout

I gotta be real with you

I got a big feeling you dropping out

'Cause we took her the cocking route

That's the way that we rocking out

Bitch

[Hook: Tech N9ne]

Suck my soul and I'll eat your funky emotions

Rock out, rock out

Rock out, rock out

Bust my load and she eats up, that's called devotion

Rock out, rock out

Rock out, rock out