love. We don't want to war, wedon't want no violence. We just want what's right, some peace and love. Rock for light. We come, we come to rock for light
life, and found it on the screen. And how many times have we heard that line do you think I'm blind to trade my mind for what you call fine. Never in
You, you better get ready. You better hold steady. They can't control this angry mob. They'll have to call the Riot Squad. Riot Squad. They'll have to
t need your innocent bloodshed. We just wanna end your world. Well my minds made up. Yes, it's time for you to pay, better watch out for me. I'm a member
'm hotter then the solar But I'm too cold ain't talking bi-polar Swag hot with a brand new outfit Plus I'm in the club looking for a bad bitch And you
I bring Satan to the table. When I rock, there is not A label for it. Critics adore it. Homicidal as it gets. Your wrist slit When I make suicidal imprints On your brain
jacked, head for record label towers drink of choice, Faygo, rock-n-rye with hennesey i like marijuana that is sent from tennessee I'm sick of rock guitars
I push Miracle Whips [Chorus] "... last call for alcohol, for my niggaz" [Outro] So this A&R over at Rocafella, named Hiphop picked the Truth beat for
down for mine ese Or laugh at you if you need a shank over a cuete And then I'll call you a chavala As I rock over the jam in my '62 Impala And if you
big deal Yes, you're in the showcase showdown I hope you're ready to rock and come blow down Huff, and puff, like the big bad wolf I'm not the man concerned
, color of Willy Wonka You can be the king, but watch the queen conquer Okay, first thing's first: I'll eat your brains Then I'mma start rocking gold
for the festival at 'Piranha Del-Rai' Unfortunately I did not win that particular festival, OtherwiseIi would not be here in, er... Cleveland! Tonight But makes no, nevermind! For
me that hand clap (Let me get that hand clap) One for the money, two for the show Clap your hands if you got a bankroll One for the money, two for the
do the same damn thing to a soloist 'Cause Reggie Noble's pissed I crush your whole brain frame 'Cause you couldn't maintain the funk That have your rap style for
to do? Who you want me to run over, and run through? With my gun drew, and unleash my wrath upon you We can battle, but nigga, but pay for the bad news
I'ma go toe to toe, blow for blow like, whoa And rip your torso live the fast life Come through in the Porshe slow like, whoa My niggaz like dough, light
hits for competition Like slitting your wrists Each sequel's so lethal That no other can equal Spark it up for the jam But rock it on for the people '