Outrage

Lyrics

[Intro: Evol, The R.O.C.] Yeah yeah yeah (What up what up) Representin' (Representin' baby) The originators of Detroit funk (Detroit funk) We go way back, baby (Heh) The R.O.C. (Oh yeah) Evol (Oh yeah) The House of Krazees (Oh yeah) We go way back (Oh yeah) And all these other ******* (Oh yeah) Ya laid back [Verse 1: The R.O.C.] So simplistic, listen while I rip this To shreds, no dreads, my bald head, mother****** Want to battle? My terror rattles, drop my bombs Split atoms, somethin' they been tryin' to do for years [?] Emcees your mind's on a time zone crackin' from I'm like coke, you like Pepsi no wave to deal with the triple threat R.O.C., so **** show respect Before I hang your whole gang, don't try deranged I'm insane, pinpoint, the whole set implode End up like [?], not the same old kick From the [?] Let me swang, how you gon' change The flow of the Roc bro back in the game So who what, who would've figure X-Posure would be the startin' point of an empire ****** So all of y'all from this point The R.O.C. got songs that you can smoke like fat joints Block [?] to emcees that crawl On my way to makin' sure you all fall, check it [Chorus: The R.O.C., Mr. Bones, and Evol] Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage [Verse 2: Mr. Bones] [It's the album ready to?] bump hardcore lyrics out your trunk Don't play me like a punk, best believe me I'ma dunk These lyrics in your eardrums from here to Nebraska So hot I'm meltin' polar ice caps in Alaska Disaster, raining, I'm dominating peep game Develop it daily while other suckers stay lame, put to shame These so-called emcees and wannabes can get these Better believe I will achieve to exceed with speed The capital M-R period pause B-O-N-E-S [?] for all of y'all mother******* Cause a ruckus on the scene Stayin' high, stayin' paid, my American dream Deceive me never no matter how clever you think I'm all up in your *** brother every time you blink I smoke Newport cigs with my Adidas brand clothes Got Lee on my legs, got no love for [?] Ayo pump your fist like this if you be pissed 'Cause suckers nowadays be [shiverless?], relentless In fact, those be the ones that jack and get smacked Stealin' rhymes fresh out my backpack Check the front page, live on stage, uh I'm blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage, yeah [Chorus: The R.O.C., Mr. Bones, and Evol] Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage [Verse 3: Evol] Brother brother brother, who's the man? Comin' with the real 'cause you know we can I'm puffin' up all the funk we can muster So let this new swing reach out and touch ya [?] with the [?], livin' in the [?] Where everything is [?] you must wake up real early I'm livin' on the edge puttin' bullets in my head Times are so hard that you wanna be dead Say the marriage full of fears, your girl has no [?] You're workin' minimum wage but you're dreamin' of a meal We're outraged at all the wack emcees [?] (You mother-) [?] relentlessly Don't wanna be in jail for crackin' your head Usin' that pen to write what I said, outraged [Bridge: Evol] Yeah, we puttin' it down like that For the nineties and the future If we see the white of your eyes we gon' shoot ya Me and R.O.C. and Mr. Bones gon' lay it down like this One more time for ya One more time just to blow your mind [Chorus: The R.O.C., Mr. Bones, and Evol] Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage Blowin' up in a fit of mad outrage [Outro: Evol, The R.O.C.] Suckers And it's like that We gon' keep it on The whole album is tight The whole album is tight That's the only way to do it, baby You can fast forward nothin' on this album Don't fast forward nothin' Unlike the wack Droppin' albums without promotion, nigga You in slow motion