Give It to Y’all

Lyrics

[Intro: Roc Marciano] Yeah Pete Rock Yeah, Marciano Oo-oooo Yo Check it, check it [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Yo The beauty of my work is immeasurable With no spare time for errors, make records and jewels Chess moves are well thought out before they hatch Stressed dudes light the fuck out upon the mat Fucker always very underrated advice And the mother so I must learn the matrix of life Nevertheless, a race against time is hell Where the wheat fell dealing with the mind itself Diving hell, scourge of the villains and thieves Insert my tape, make niggas from G's G's make bitches strip down to bare And the crates get dug in like the ground is sand And your beef's still better unsaid, 'cause it ain't worth it I curse it mercilessly and put some work in I swerve ten, word to get back before you know it It's so heroic like the old story of Joseph Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, body rock Kamikaze is shot, nox like Muhammad Ali and not Charlie Green's jive Hollywood bop B-boy on the block, pop P-Lloyd Nine o'clock in the seat and groin, passing the door Strapped to the inseam of my loins, addin' on, yo Vagabond, rap dawn, shackled in chains Actin' humane, black ski rack on the rage Got brains like Danny Ainge, one shot aim Five grains, Timbs leaning, knaw'mean Yo, uh Scourge of the villains and thieves Insert my tape make niggas from G's [Verse 2: Trife] My imagination is mute I speak only to let reality loose Hundred proof, bearer of fruit Produced from light roots Like ginseng juice I sing over loops Shoot at the beef, creep for the loot I'm a living legacy Deep like the first weeks of pregnancy Ebony like over the mic Egg your light, knowledge precise, cipher of life Pay dues, take what I use to pay the price To wipe tears, blood, sweat Feed from the breast of mother nature of death Only on the days that I'm stressed, yo A word become the flesh in my bones I be alone inside a zone of my own Rolling elves like I growed in home Rappers are why you fruits styrofoam cup Plain folk simple enough, I deconstruct Clones of clones, load it up, ready to bust Beef on the street will leave you touch Different, the beast is steam and dust Watch what happens when the rapper starts [Scratch Hook: Pete Rock] [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] Check it yo, yo The undisputed Unit, pushing blue Buick Deuce deuces to wedge hot battery juices Gradually melt drags deteriorate Wild acid, flesh eatin' physically ate Tri motor fifteen valves and gasoline Burn your home down, must'a take war to that extreme Atoms erode, due to experiments with mics Pyramid life, deliver image of light, Infinite You can spend a lifetime tryin' to get it Exquisite, S.K.A, magnetic Raggers head, next seven and part, seven letters ajar Peasant not, 'till the death of my art Check it, yo [Scratch Hook: Pete Rock]