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Rock on, rock on

Take that cocaine mix it with the baking soda

On the west coast they would say you cooking yola

Hold up, wait that’s a different swag

I’m on some full pound shit

You on that nickle bag

Dime bag Darryl

Rest in peace bro

Shout out to Danny D

Coolin' on the east coast

Hardcore hip hop with some punk in it

Criss cross, bee bop put some monk in it

Swag, swag, swag

Rock on, swag

Swag on Thelonious

Artists one dimensional will always be the loneliest

Need to change up

Need some evolution

And this ain’t enough

Need some restitution

A black president just ain’t enough homie

Four hundred years of oppression

That’s tough homie

40 acres and a mule

I need my Spike joint

So if you gonna act a fool than make the right point

Rock on, point

Points on your album bitch

They make a million way before you make a thousand trick

I’m independent militant and I’m making money

Im like the panthers but a fortune 500 company

Revolution going strong since the 70s

So if you ain’t gettin' money than you better be

Id rather be swaggin on my heavy metal shit

Then to be you and wind up dead in the ghetto, bitch

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