Ruck Im telling you man cut it out

Yo...we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange

conversation with these mortals not to play games for real behind

every

great Ruck theres a Rock the Rockness Monsta.....Dutch

Verse One: Rockness Monsta

Yo its the Rockness not Rock live

Then again im Rock when im live

But im not fat then again my dick is so fat

fans let your dick's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!)

Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style

Not foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile

You get with the pawn, in one arms

I dont fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion

On the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps

We up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah fuck

God bitch ass rappers, and P i'll trap ya, then like a federal case

i'll

crack ya

Word to my man Don Rulla, i'll cold beat your crew up

If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler

Click Click...Booya!!

Chorus2x: Rock< If you dont know like I know, then act like you know ,

like I know

(Rock: I beat's more ass than mom dukes leather belta)

(Ruck:'Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather)

*The Crate Unknown* (background)

Verse Two:

I turn this upside down, clown

Watch me and you'll get the picture, if ya dont understand

Why I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer

Nine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin'

like a

pulled line

Find the robbies, lurking in the dark ally

With more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally

Tally up all the throats, the strangle hold choke

that all my the riots that my brother Ruckus provoke, dont like style?

So

I dont give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock

I'll Rock you buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins

Machete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen

Follow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you'll find

me

standing with my blackjack, with a smith and wessin on my side smoke

another gat

(Ruck: Southern Illinois be the act for the attack)

XXXX your Street Fighter, front if you wanna get hyper

I strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker

Yo representatives light up another Reggie Spliff, while i dip, by the

way

*Kiss* big up to the ill bitch

Chorus4x: RockI know

In sequence after chorus (Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya)

( Never changin', forever face rearangin' )

( You asked for it who want beef so here's war)

4x : I see the horizon the Crate Unknown (background)

Ruck: We will, we will Rock you

Verse Three:

Question (What)

Yo, who's the crew with the juice tryin' to front (What!)

Yo money, yo life and wars all I want (What!)

Bring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun (What!)

Niggas soft as burger buns (What!What!)

Front man shit, spit

On the grave of the weak, when i speak, my tongue as nasty as a freak

Im in a inner state of, inner mind

Which inner twines, with my inner body now im energizes

Its an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen

Order b-cheese be sweatin' ,no shorties only gettin' green

BLING! the sound then im ghost, gone, me and Sean

Your shit's now paid for the Tron, need i go on you damn right

Im foul as fuck, so if I should go to the line and shoot two (ah, shit

duck)

Like James Bond I shoot to kill, Helter Skelter's here

Try square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere

Born in a place so far away it's prehistoric, Bedrock

No regular man survive that ? , from the age of stone

To the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my fuckin' names known

Chorus4x: Same as Top

In sequence after chorus (Rock: Military Punisher Rock MP)

(Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville)

(Scar on my face but im not Al Pacino)

(Run for guns me and Tuck comin' through, Heltah Skeltah)

Ruck: We will, We will

Rock: We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you, act like you

know me

of the darkness Heltah Skeltah....We will, We will Rock

you...Word is Born>

8x: I see the horizon the Crate Unknown *from background to

fade