Ruck n Roll

"Good night Idaho! You were great, we love you! "
 "This last song, is for you! "
 [Rock (Sean Price):]
 It's Da Incredible amazing
 Unbelievable, yet mad basic, you caught in a matrix
 (David Blaine, Criss Angel, The Mind Freak
 I wave and bang, ya shit dangle, the mind leak
 And ain't a thing for the gang to bang heaters
 I keep my hands clean, bitch, call me the gang leader)
 Shit you can call me commander in chief, when chiefing that damn reefer
 And have me thinking in another language I can't teach ya
 Writing rhymes when I'm around of ya mans sneakers
 Have you appauled, saying it's ya ghost or ya damn preacher, but look
 (Lord have mercy, Jesus Price, P!)
 I'm Sephlo Dollar, he's just nice, huh!
 (Listen, Hallelujah, holla back
 Hollow points leave ya head just like that Sleepy Hollow cat
 I will Amadu, in armored Starter cap
 P, the ambiance of a homicidal maniac, P!)
 "Asia, Africa, Tokyo, we love you! "
 "Heltah Skeltah, baby, Ruck N fucking Roll"
 [Rock (Sean Price):]
 There's a method to this madness
 First of all I'm anti wack shit
 Second to flow, gon' do backflips, acrobatics
 Roller coaster flow, rope-a-dope you hoes
 Punchlines either open up or broke ya fucking nose
 (Cosa Nostra flow, toasted from the shoulder holster blow, BONG!
 Wet 'em dead a head a nigga let them niggas know)
 I 'poke a nose' with a icepick, fuck the 'Resort'
 Resort to violence, and not them little fucking guitars
 (Fucking with R) R-O (U, C) C (K) K, to ya face
 (Insert the clip, pop and spray
 This is not hip hop hooray
 This is push rocks a block away from the spot, cause it's hot, ok?
 Listen, Sean Price move belittle your squad
 Like Omar, worse than Little Canard, muthafucka)
 Huh, I ain't no Jim Carrey Riddler, dog
 But I carry a gem star, I will give it to ya
 Split 'em in four, suckas
 "Denmark, Amsterdarm, Oslo, we love you! "
 "You fucking guys, rock, man, Ruck N fucking Roll"
 "You were awesome, you guys have a great night"
 [Rock (Sean Price):]
 Psycho, but like no, bitch ass niggas
 Talking bout they such and such, but when I see 'em in the streets, what?
 (You cannot rhyme, rhyme, you should not rhyme, rhyme
 Your squad wack, contracts you should not sign
 Curtis Jack' got clapped about nine times
 Murdered cats with a gat, you got nine lives
 I got nine knives, I got ten macks
 Mack 10's, clap them, where ya friends at?)
 Hold on, if I said ya name, it's probably not an attack
 Probably not, but it's probably a fact, probably
 You probably wack, probably crack, probably is that yo shit
 Rhyme with raps, plus I can do that
 Die to you fags, now you say that I'm gay bashing
 Ain't talking to them, I'm talking to you, when I scream faggots
 You lame asses, gon' hate and bring glad to this
 In more ways than one, ain't that a bitch?
 "Good night folks, it was great rocking with you guys"
 "See Note and Frunkberg in the back of the merch table"
 "We have T-Shirts, CDs, DVDs, distilled hot dog water, good night folks! "