Rock Stuff

[ +taken from cd booklet/cd bonus track+ ] (Well, the definition of 'rock stuff' is Cocaine broke down into the form of a rock Which is why we call this here cut 'Rock Stuff' Well, everybody out there listen to this Cause Shan and I have a lot to say) [ VERSE 1 ] 'Just say no' and 'Don't do it' is the wrong approaches Drugs can make respected folks live like roaches Life is a scale, drugs can unbalance it Captivate your mind and lessen your talents, it's Controlled by corrupt politicians Instead of fiends they call you spies cause you're always on a mission Modern day kamikaze killer elite Once cast out you remain in the street This kid named Charlie used to be legit But he died from some messed up [edited] Bad enough everything is so tough He need to get up offa that (rock stuff) (Get up offa that) (rock stuff) [ VERSE 2 ] Drugs is not butter, eggs is not brains This is what you're seein, but you're thinkin cocaine Talkin bout 'smooth criminal' Think of what it does to a man subliminal Forget about it - you're done tryin? You fool, you're the egg fryin! The cream that will rise starts from the seed It really would help if you proofread Shoulda never called it 'free', just plain old 'basin' A high you never catch, so you keep on chasin Some are not confined to a portable stem No joke to you, but it's funny to them That you imprisoned yourself in a breakable cell Makin heavenly clouds with the flames from hell Somethin's wrong, slow down, kid Yo, you better not ever get ahead of me You can believe what you read in the books Like Hitler's whole Reich was coked out crooks There's presidents, lawyers, executive mayors At least it does benefit the tax payers Let's play a game of blind man's bluff Let's say 'jails, guns and handcuffs' You're so stupid, you can see how smooth I blend it Your locked up and chained slave days have ended "C.O., I wanna see my kids" - that's tough You shouldn't have been sellin that (rock stuff) [ VERSE 3 ] Gettin high is not an art, it isn't conventional All the money that they're gettin and it isn't intentional Here's some nursery rhymes that me and my son kick So when he grows up he'll be wise to the trick Little Miss Muffet who sat on her tuffet All she did was beam all day She went to reach for the lighter With the smoke still inside her She's been dead one week today Mary sold all her little lambs For this dust that looked like snow Now Mary oughta quit Cause she gotta have a hit It woulda helped if she just said no Now Jack and Jill went up the hill To cop this half a quarter Came back, put it down And surprisingly found That the sniffers had a crackhead daughter Now remember Miss Lucy's baby? He's now called Basehead Tim Cause all he ever thought of Was when could he hit the stem He always asked people who's got em And used his teeth to crack the top But everybody cried when little Tim died But he beamed till the day he dropped These are all fatal accidents, unfortunate mishaps Livin in bottles with assorted colored twist caps Listen my man, it's about to get rough You should get up offa that (rock stuff)