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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