Rock the Spot

(Chorus) Homeboys take time and elevate your mind We came to rock the spot, rock the spot Homegirls inside just let your nature rise We came to rock the spot, rock the spot Now Gabby got the verbal that'll get your little wifey out her girdle In a session with me lightn' up a little herbal Turtle shell Chool individuals that listen to me Word it well Given to the rapper who is livin through, be heard and held In a high esteem I get you drunker than your bourbon, ale, liquor, malt, my assault learned it well Turn the tables of time with my perception Building staples of rhyme hear my reflections "on a little" life I'm livin in a universe with no beginning to it So it ain't an ending and at times I get to diggin into infinite subliminably spirited A nigga with a clip and send it riveted... Indigenous stork has just touched ground Rappers organizations get shut down Not that I don't wanna see my brothers succeed But rap its like a sport, I dominate, so follow my lead I be the G-I-F-T test me hefty left's be gettin' swung Cruise like a jet ski Up in yo apartment and plop on your couch y'all Undisputed heavyweight lyrical southpaw *Chorus* It's like a lime to a lemon-fat rhymes, I assemble them At times when I'm driven they shine you remember When divine forces within refine men & women & I rhyme for a livin', not just for the scrilla Man that isn't what it's all about, really now, valid clout Bougie mc's I have arguments n' fallin' outs wit' About what it's all about, ain't about foamin out the mouth Like a walkin tall can of Guinness Stout Mad dog will shine when the battle cries soundin' Ding-ding, hit 'em like, bing-bing Eat 'em like peking duck with no seasoning-bee sting With yo girl dressed in a g-string she's swingin' My way shorty and it sure looks good I'm cookin up a batch of dopeness like a good cook should I be the jack of trades, rappers pray That I don't decapitate, after they cash his ass Is at an irate rate- Great! Grade-A, top-choice lyricism Hey, hit me with that shell shocked rhythm One time for the funky rhymes I say Two times for the beat and for my DJ It don't stop *Chorus* I say we drop it on a (one), we drop it on a (two) We comin' out (fresh), and we do it (for you) You know the deal with Blackalicious, we don't play (from New York, NY) to (streets of LA) to (Puerto Rico ???) You know we leave the party wreakin' a disaster For the new "millie", rain like a shower Let it seep in your pores (can you feel it, the power) Oh lord that's ( ~scratch~ ) Rock ya from the top and to the bottom (from the bottom to the top) (cause I grabbbed the mic) with the intent to get ill A natural that you know who is (skilled in the field) So slide to the side and (take it light) And (throw your hands in the air) all night (party people in the place...) I make 'em suffer To the fallen mc's I'd be the (quicker picker upper) (You're lackin' the vernacular) I'm rapping the spectacular Attackin wack amateurs and back stabbing salamanders Creeping while I'm peeping on 'em (party time) Before I used to hit the meetings it was (Thunderbird wine) (used to drink the Ole) Now I drink Calistoga, sober and I'm older But the world is still gettin colder (hold up) The Gift of Gab don't stop (the way I feel I have just got to rock) *Chorus*