The Rock

[Intro] ("Dumb rappers need teaching" - Biggie) Okay so two rappers come out the jewelry store With their two bling chains on, right? And they're going to their car, it's a Mustang And when they get they realize that they locked the keys in the car So they're fiddling with the locks for hours trying to pick it So suddenly the guy that owns it says "Yo hurry up, it's 'bout to rain, and I left the top down!" {*crowd laughter*} [Chorus: Random] Yeah I know that I posess the rhyme To stretch your mind with beats by Hexsagon We gon' ROCK to the rhythm, ROCK to the rhythm Don't STOP 'til it hit 'em, word And plus I got the streets and the cons and the geeks and the dons On the beats and the rhymes if you seek you can find We gon' ROCK to the rhythm, ROCK to the rhythm Don't STOP 'til it hit 'em, word, yes sir~! [Random] Yo, who get the lump sums while these rappers bump gums? The frame I drop is front page like a bus plunge Tryin to put a little some some'n in the trust fund And at the same time just have some fun I wonder what'd happen if Maya and Koji Kondo Made a baby in the 80's that studied the rhyme flow Of KRS, then went off to college at the same time Played Final Fantasy and left 1-Up to 99 At the shows I get pounds and handshakes I call 'em my family, you call 'em a fanbase Ran makes music people can relate to I looked in the mirror when I was young it told me stay true Whack shows from Ran are like Nokia No matter how hard you look, you won't see it Cal Ripken of spittin, no days off I can't afford to be missin And alla y'all thugs with computers look foolish, we rule this You kick-ass rappers are shoeless and just clueless Lurkin in the forums just to see who responded Constantly upping your posts so folks can comment Man that's nonsense, scoff and I watch When you do blow up reserve a spot on your jock In the meanwhile gotta make 'em scream loud Critics I have you like John Coffey, walkin +A Green Mile+ The Rock [Chorus] [Random] In the name of the most magnificent, Ran rippin it Antithesis of the whack, mad different I come off like a toupee, touche You DVD and I'm Blu-Ray, the new way, excuse me I go in like a Jordan fadeaway Yeah I'm direct deposit and payday's a day away You can pretend to be ahead of me mentally But the penalty is death or a similar injury I don't spit them kiddie rhymes, claimin that they killin time How they really grind, shut up and gimme mine My level of skills ahead of the field I raised the bar in oh-SIX now competitors kneel No swears I ain't tryin to go there Battlin Ran is walkin on a treadmill, you ain't goin nowhere And no there, is no one testin this So go 'head, take a razor to your necks and wrists And kill yourself [Chorus] [Random] Aiyyo, I don't brag a lot yo, but the raps is hot So, I'ma lap the flock heh, while these rappers watch Feel free to hit me up if the track is hot This year alone sold more hooks than bait and tackle shops And no additives like grandma's recipes Heavenly that will be measurin me for they effigies Sayin it isn't dope? Then you ain't listen close College professors put my biggest quotes on sticky notes They used to clutch they purses when I walked by Now they smile when I stunt like +The Fall Guy+ Me of all guys, I dig in the archives Spit a verse, split the game up like apartheid Hard to think about kids with my persona I could birth the next Obama or Jeffrey Dahmer Bowlin for dollars, better stay in your lane Cause we all from the gutter and they ain't playin no games So we strike late night when nobody is there Split shifts so nobody is spared, then we outta here Yeah, knew you wasn't 'sposed to touch it Me and Hexsagon, now we 'bout to blow the budget What?