Rock Rock Y'all Lyrics - Punch

A Tribe Called Quest F/ Jane Doe, Mos Def, Punch, Words 

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Rock Rock Y'all 

[Punch] Yo! We about to rock this joint, from the family. And 

we want ya'll all to know, that it's time... 

CHORUS (all): 

To rock rock ya'll 

Freak freak ya'll 

To the beat ya'll 

It's unique ya'll (2x) 

[Punch] 

A-yo praise the master, make plans wit' 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, venerials couldn't clap us 

You need practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper 

[Jane Doe] 

The church of scientology, feminine biology 

Manic depressive psychologically, A.D.D. alive and we 

Polluted by technology, the fumes and its ecology 

While your thought you was out of copy I get nastier than sodomy 

Probably an oddesey, started back on robbery 

Was the degree of the economy that do the sovereignty 

Regarded as a prodigy, leery in sociology 

Let the wallabees always conceal my gynecology 

Rhymin' pathologically, that's how it gotta be! 

Never makin' no apology, worshippin' my anthropology 

Fuck modesty, studyin' microbiology 

Causin' verbal lobotomy, it's in my geneology 

Six months of sobriety, movin' very methodically 

Like a unicorn, more ways than oceanography 

Guard technology, rip shows antibiotically 

True thugs bionically, give birth to criminology 

[Words] 

Yo as a youngin', I swear to God you couldn't tell me nothin' 

I swore I was gettin' somethin', clothes or 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 by the CD, the other would do the dubbin' 

Before I met Rob, I was in the clubs frontin' 

Oh yeah I know the Tip, when I see him I be duckin' 

But now when I'm clubbin', those that used to dis were buggin' 

Overweight chicks, spandex, they stomachs sucked in 

Stay interruptin', dance and try to cut in 

Told people you got in free when you really snuck in 

[Q-Tip] 

We never get concerned about who's in the league 

We just stay workin' so no one will need 

An unconcerned outsider givin' niggaz feed 

My niggaz puff weed but negotiate the seed 

The family is granite and you can't intercede 

I 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 Sneed 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 

[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 tough to weigh like your safe is 

The aim is, to make you recognize what the name is 

Mos Def gon' set it straight from where the 718 is 

The place with the great superiginate the flavors 

An all-star block with some all-star laymans 

(Turn the music down!) This is probably some haters 

Achin' cuz they hear us rotatin' on the playlist 

>From B-boy laces to Detroit gators 

Yo Tip I got to bail, where the scale? Help me weigh this... 

Yo! We wan't ya'll 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 noooowwwwww we gonna... 

CHORUS (6x) to fade out 

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