Rock Rock Y’all

Album cover art for "Rock Rock Y’all" by A Tribe Called Quest & Wordsworth & Jane Doe & Punchline & Yasiin Bey

A Tribe Called Quest & Wordsworth & Jane Doe & Punchline & Yasiin Bey - Rap, Hip-Hop

Rock Rock Y’all

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Duration: 4:17

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[Intro: Punchline] Yo! We about to rock this joint, from the family. And We want y'all all to know, that it's time... [Hook: All] To rock rock, y'all, freak freak, y'all To the beat, y'all, it's unique, y'all Rock rock, ya'll, freak freak y'all To the beat, y'all, it's unique, y'all [Verse 1: Punchline] A-yo, praise the master, make plans with your pastor My rap'll blast ya, send you to the hereafter I push a tractor, for horses grazin' in the pasture Ya heard I was trickin', the whole room filled with laughter In ciphers, I'm the one you don't rhyme after You only know half of the math, it don't add up The lead batter, my hits make ya frame shatter (Watch me now!) Just begun like Jimmy Castor I'm bad luck just like walkin' under ladders Mad rappers, book of life, last chapter Me and my squad build just like contractors I break shit, you only give hairline fractures Women flash us, don't know? Ya better ask us A bastard, wit' more contacts than Lens Crafters Tear down the rafters, venereals couldn't clap us You need practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper [Verse 2: Jane Doe] The Church of Scientology, feminine biology Manic depressive psychologically, A.D.D. logically Polluted by technology, the fumes in this ecology While your thought you was out of copy, I get nastier than sodomy Probably the odyssey started back on robbery Was the degree of the economy that do the sovereignty Regarded as a prodigy, leery in sociology Leather Wallabees, always conceal my gynecology Rhymin' pathologically, that's how it gotta be! Never makin' no apology, worshippin' my anthropology Fuck the modesty! Studyin' microbiology Causin' verbal lobotomy is in my genealogy Six-months of sobriety, movin' very methodically Like a unicorn, more waves than oceanography Gods acknowledge me, rip shows anti-biotically True thugs bionically give birth to criminology [Verse 3: Wordsworth] Uh, yo, check it, yo, uh-huh, yo! Now, as a youngin', I swear to God, y'all couldn't tell me nothin' I swore I was gettin' somethin', clothes-on humpin' For girls with the church, slacks with some shirts tucked in I set it up for money, my mom worked when I was cuttin' Unsigned strugglin', for the heat I lit the oven One would buy the CD, the other would do the dubbin' Before I met Tribe, I was in the clubs frontin' "Oh, yeah, I know Tip" – when I see him, I be duckin' But now when I'm clubbin', those that used to dis me buggin' Overweight chicks, spandex, they stomachs sucked in Stay interruptin', dance and try to cut in Told people that you got in free when you really snuck in [Verse 4: Q-Tip] We never get concerned about who's in the lead We just stay workin' so no one will need An unconcerned outsider givin' niggas feed My niggas puff weed, but negotiate the seed The family is granite, and you can't intercede Or try to switch lanes at this operatin' speed Cats in the game be gamblin' with greed We the house, you the player and we gonna catch these Who's the Sam Snead makin' microphones bleed? Poker-face creed while my mind just read Shorty got rhythm, but her freak got freed (That's) insignificant, but (this) take heed [Verse 5: Mos Def] They say I'm pretty like Clay is, bright like the day is Beats from my fleet be sweet like Sugar Ray is I'm swingin' this from Bay Ridge to where the Oakland Bay is My game is tough to play, I'm tucked away like your safe is The aim is to make you recognize what the name is Mos Def gon' set it straight from where the 7-1-8 is The place with the greats who originate the flavors A All-Star block with some All-Star neighbors (Turn the music down!) This is probably some haters Achin' 'cause they hear us rotatin' on the playlist From B-boy laces to Detroit gators Yo, Tip, I gotta bail, where the scale? Help me weigh this [Outro: Q-Tip] Yo! We want all y'all to know That this is the family, right? And what we want everybody out there to do On the dance floor Is get ready Because now, we gonna [Hook: All] Rock rock y'all, freak freak y'all To the beat y'all, it's unique y'all Rock rock y'all, freak freak y'all To the beat y'all, it's unique y'all Rock rock y'all, freak freak y'all To the beat y'all, it's unique y'all Rock rock y'a'll, freak freak y'all To the beat y'all, it's unique y'all Rock rock y'all, freak freak y'all To the beat y'all, it's unique y'all Rock rock y'all, freak freak y'all To the beat y'all, it's unique y'all

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Credits

Writers
  • James Gadson
  • Charles Wright
  • Phife Dawg
  • Q-Tip
  • Yasiin Bey
  • Wordsworth
  • Punchline
  • Jane Doe
  • Ali Shaheed Muhammad