Artist: CES Cru f/ Tech N9ne Album: Catastrophic Event Specialists Song: Rock Out Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Godemis] Uhhhh~! Yeah, look it [Godemis] I do mean to be too mean Shinin 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 actin 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 And four for the photo I got zero tolerance for the po-po They're unaware that I know how to get whenever we duckin the five-O Look alive, this my show That said, I don't gotta be macho Movin the merchandise, I'm like Costco Sharp cheddar, it's better when it's nachos/not yo's Killer City Committee we got shots fo' anybody who thinkin that we not dope They takin 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 leapin off of that top rope Comin 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 wonderin is it ever gonna stop, nope Please, with enemies like these we don't need anymore 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 [Chorus: Tech N9ne] Suck my soul and I'll eat your funky emotions Rock out, rock out, rock out, rock out [Ubiquitous] I do my own thing, what they gon' say? No sé Break it out my pocket when I pay for play Book a 3K for the crooked DJ With the spirit of the André tell 'em "Obey" Yah! I see my face in the video frame Crime in the city but the city won't say Runnin out of gas, you could give me yo' lane I'ma do it for the average Jimmy Joe Jane Yah, I'm doin great, got my syllables straight Turn a rapper +Yellow+ with the killer +Cold play+ Feelin myself, they be feelin old age I +Strip+ away they +Ego+, I don't need a +Codename+ Mr. Viglione, really don't play Augment a intellect silicone brain Numbin up my nerve, now I'm feelin no pain Loadin up a gun, but will it go bang? They wanna ask, "Is he okay?" Are you serious? I'm doin just fine I was livin down low, you was up high From the underground but I'm movin up, climb I'ma drop another album, do it up fly Bustin off a 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 comin for the bounty Man I wasn't wonder why could they diggy-doubt me Take a vacay, I never been to Maui Never dream about sleep but I'm feelin drowsy So they know a couple things and they wanna out me Zippin up a lip when they come around me Talkin bad, you don't wanna fuck around please Godemis, U-B-I, with the killer clown G The king! [Tech N9ne] One thing 'bout rock music When you're 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 beggin 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 Fuckin Wit It+, said it on Solé's shit Keepin it poppin, 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 Uhh, everybody love a nigga rippin it Uhh, make a lot of money then I'm kickin it Uhh, while ya lady buggin me to dip it in Uhh, stick it in - uhh, uhh, uhh You can bet the N9na got guts Every chick been around me got fucked And she never better come around and make it pop up Cause I'm bustin 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 cottonmouth She stuck in here with my jock in mouth Can't understand what she talkin 'bout When she makin a Blood spit +Sriracha+ out Tecca Nina got you lots of clout I gotta be real with you, I got a big feelin you droppin out Cause we took her the cockin route That's the way that we ROCKIN out Bitch! [Chorus: 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