Rock Steady

Lyrics

It's all good Yeah, Barely has it all good Lightheaded all good Shawn Lee is all good It's all good Microphone check Select to push up your lighta You got me hypa [?] Push up your lighta, burn a hole through time Wake up, wake up let my thought censor your mind Self-destruct [our bottom rich ?] [?] On runnin' top speed Grand Slams with the heat Take the world by storm Can't win versus my team [?] What you speak is smoke screen [?] Your heart's my target My voice is my weapon A resurrection, not mass destruction Re-building the bay, a re-definition It's good to be on top But ground level's the tension Bless his incession Check the professor's lesson From front I got you open, so rock steady [?] , protect your neck baby Drop the beat I throw around moanin' All your time signature sounds like I got five on it Rock Steady Rugged - America's Most Wanted Marathon music a hundred miles and runnin' Front powder sellin' from kangaroo pouches I'm bouncin' from city to city sleepin' on couches Shows packed out with thousands of kids [?] Entertain the [?] makes a double talk tear ya Before you try blowin' up, develop your character Amateur knight on a prime time slot You know your time, all you need a wise word up Pay attention, you and your henchmen The North-West keepin' it fresh in the house No question Live music, rock to the piano, don't kill your radio Just change the channel Click, click, Glitch fix back to the program Lightheaded show slamming harder than Hogan (oh man) It's got to be on full jam, got the whole fam hollerin' (go head) From coast to coast and across the pond See how I drop the bomb on them, like a Gap Band Song Im up to bat, long gone, if I connect - homerun! You can bet I keep it coming Rap longevity clap for em like he's a champion We got our sleeves rolled up Just in case another team shows up, feel bad for 'em You see the last one got smashed on Cats wanna see the crew, but we move to fast for 'em Yup, and you can check the stats Go ahead and keep those hands up so you can catch the fax It's Major League Shawn Lee provided bats Threw the track at us Crack! and its a hit, hit, hit, hit... [to be continued]