Rock To It - SHAD

Rock to it, a freak freak to it, to the beat to it this is how we do it

Rock to it, a freak freak to it, to the beat to it’s unique music

Rock to it, a freak freak to it, to the beat to it this is how we do it

Shad concocts plots and perfects clever scams

You can’t find a Better Man in an Eddie Vedder jam

MC’s can’t see the flow, unbelievable

We set records even when the needles broke

Don’t need the dough, asking more bang for your buck

The only landed Canuck that can’t handle a puck

Played penalty killers skillfully pass and poke-check

When black flows jet there’s more cash than OPEC

Or Exxon ex-cons exploit the oil fields

Of the inner city some day I hope the soils heal

I toil building a dream where my future can stay safe

A place where I never have to move it or vacate

Physically, I’m not in great shape cause I placate

And don’t consume greens besides whatever grass my steak ate

The fakes keep fronting but I just don’t care

Wearin' Forces is the only time I put on airs

I spit a hard-hittin' verse, when I’m spittin' it hurts

I never shift into first, yet alone put the whip in reverse

My free-styling's like a gift and a curse

So sick with the verse, they gotta think I’ve written it first

And plus my skills and sounds thrills the crowd

I can fill my mouth with Prozac pills and I’d still get down

Now whether on stage or in the studio space

We schoolin' in cats to the game it’s just the usual case

I’m like you wanna learn to flow homie move to the bass

And if you wanna make dough homie move to the States

I see suckers in style and musical taste

Plus, when we step on the stage and flash that beautiful face

It makes the honeys' hearts beat above a suitable pace

Showing the super stylistics very few could replace

I’m that ill rap scholar never sweat the finances

Just takin' out a bank loan as big as my campus

These MC’s need to stop taking their chances

Why scrap when you know my arms stronger than Lance’s

Touring France with these mad rappers locked in their stances

They thought they had a move until I blocked their advances

I’ll be low-key chillin, rhymes filling the whole sheet

Feeling down loading on sizzlon so seek

Students slash rapper so I’m dealing with no sleep

I’m still a cold thief when I’m stealing the show peeps

Get out this young brother with daps

My tongue smothers the whack

The dub never uncovered the traps

So I’m tryin' to give light through these mic devices

Not that I’m perfect only Christ was viceless

But there’s too many dealing with the lightning crisis

All I want’s a warm home and a wife thats righteous

We gonna get there y’all we gonna rock to it

We gonna rock to it, we gonna rock to it

Now like the Biz Mark I write rap tunes in the bathroom

My influence is a Black Moon and Pat Boone

I roll with a whole platoon of phat goons

Who keep the hair on their backs groomed with a Vidal Sassoon

Pick up the phone just to get the tone

My bicep claim I gotta leg ups, so when I walk the talk I high-step

As a fetus I kick rhymes upon their scans

Even back in '82 my ultra-sound was the jam

I just rock to it never get forced into nothin'

But words like a mullet-cutting short on the front end

Y’all life’s more than cake, no offense to the ballers

But we all pay too much attention to dollars

Brainwashed now I’m still learning how to be me

Worth millions, I’d rather be free, uniquely

No, I may never know myself completely

If I make it home maybe then I’ll peep me

Just a capital B-Boy like meat street and DC

Rock to it while I take it easy