Yo

Watch as the room rocks, mentally moonwalk
Mixed Media slang bangin' in your boombox
Verbal violence, lyrical stylist
In a time when rock hip-hop rhymes are childish

You can't tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rappin' to a beat doesn't make you an MC
With your lack of skill and facility, you're killin' me
And a DJ in the group just for credibility

I heard that some of you are gettin' help with your rhymes
You're not an MC if someone else writes your lines
Rappin' over rock doesn't make you a pioneer
'Cause rock and hip-hop have collaborated for years

But now, they're getting randomly mixed and matched up
All after a fast buck, and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up? None of it's real
You wanna be an MC? You've gotta study the skill

Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up! Step, step up!

So, you pick up a pen and write yourself a new identity
But mentally, you don't have the hip-hop energy
With a tendency to make up stories (Bullshit)
Sounding like the only hip hop you've heard is top 40 (Top 40)

And your record company is completely missin' it
All the kids are dissin' it for not bein' legitimate
So in a battle, you can't hack it, react with wack shit
And get smacked with verbal backflips

Get your ass kicked by fabulous battle catalysts
It's taken decades for MC's to establish this
You're new to hip-hop, and welcome if you're serious
But not on the mic, leave that to the experienced

Using the waves of sound
The true master paralyzes his opponents
Leaving him vulnerable to attack

Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up! Step, step up!
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up! Step, step up! Step up!

*

After years of pain-staking research by the world's leading sound scientists
We here at the Sound Institute have invented a reliable audio weapons system
Actual movement of musical sound in space used to carefully attack and neutralize the cellular structure of the human body
And the question must be asked…

Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up! Step, step up!
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Bring it to you every time like this?
Who can rock a rhyme like this?
Step, step up! Step, step up!

Mix Media
Step up the microphone
And you do it like this
And you do it like…
Step up the microphone
Mix Media
And you do it like this
Mix Media
Step up the microphone
And you do it like this
Mix Media
Step Up the microphone
And you do it like this

Yeah, it's true
The roadkill song
Ha-ha-ha, it is for you!

Know what I mean girl
I am your tiger
I'm full of anger
And I know where we go
Know what I mean girl
I am a stinger
And there's my fingers
And I know where they go

If you didn't understand what I mean
If you didn't understand what I mean
If you didn't understand what I mean
Listen once again, bitch!
Listen to it carefully!

Know what I mean girl
I have a lingo
I am a singer
And I know how it goes
Know what I mean girl
I feel some tingle
I wanna mingle
And I know when to go

If you didn't understand what I mean
If you didn't understand what I mean
If you didn't understand what I mean
Listen once again, bitch!
Listen to it carefully!

Listen to it carefully, girl!
So if you didn't understand, I have another verse for you
Have another fucking verse!

Know what I mean girl
My every blink here
For you to think, yeah
And you now havе to go
Know what I mean girl
I'm Jerry Springer
You'rе on my show, yo!
And you know where it goes

If you didn't understand what I mean
If you didn't understand what I mean
If you didn't understand what I mean
Finally
If you didn't understand what I mean
If you didn't understand what I mean
If you didn't understand what I mean
Listen once again, bitch!
Listen to it carefully!

What you gonna do when you're sitting all alone
In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off?
Pop off the rock ship, pop, pop, p-pop off the rock ship
What you gonna do when you're sitting all alone
In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off?
Pop off the rock ship, pop, pop, p-pop off the rock ship

My nose running like me from the police
It's been three weeks, and I ain't got no sleep
Now I'm chilling where the players and the hoes be
With two broke ass hands trying to roll weed
All because I pop, pop, pop off the rock ship
You might know a lot of things, baby, not this
And I'll do it all again for you, watch this
As I limp my ass back to the cockpit
(C'mon) Now start it up, (C'mon) let the engine roar
And all the people in the moshpit scream for more
(Yeah!) Yeah, they scream for more! (Yeah!) So light it up
'Cause the way we live our lives seems right to us

Let me tell you people what you need to know
You've gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow
You've also gotta know when you need to run
You hear that?
***
That's the sound of a shotgun!

Everybody jumps from the sound of a shotgun
In my neighborhood, everybody got one
Everybody jumps from the sound of a shotgun
In my neighborhood, everybody got one
Everybody jumps from the sound of a shotgun
In my neighborhood, everybody got one
Everybody jumps from the sound of a shotgun
And in my neighborhood, everybody's got one

What you gonna do when you're sitting all alone
In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off?
Pop off the rock ship, pop, pop, p-pop off the rock ship
What you gonna do when you're sitting all alone
In your empty ass home with the motherfucking sawed-off?
Pop off the rock ship, pop, pop, p-pop off the rock ship

Woke up in the morning in the county jail
And I can't remember yesterday that well
Hell I can't remember when I slept that well
I told this girl I've been fuckin' to get my bail
'Cause I pop, pop, pop off the rock ship
You probably heard it all before, baby, not this
Here's a shout to you ladies with the hot tits
Courtesy of Limp Bizkit on some rock shit
(C'mon) Now here we go, (C'mon) start it up
Should I remind you motherfuckers I don't give a fuck?
(Hell no) I never have, (Hell yeah) I never will
And I will always understand how the haters feel

Let me tell you people what you need to know
You've gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow
You've also gotta know when you need to run
You hear that?
***
That's the sound of a shotgun!

Everybody jumps from the sound of a shotgun
In my neighborhood, everybody got one
Everybody jumps from the sound of a shotgun
In my neighborhood, everybody got one
Everybody jumps from the sound of a shotgun
In my neighborhood, everybody got one
Everybody jumps from the sound of a shotgun
And in my neighborhood, everybody's got one
EVERYBODY'S GOT ONE

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Pop off the rock ship
Pop, pop, p-pop off the rock ship
Pop off the rock ship
Pop, pop, p-pop off the rock ship