Talib Kweli - Rock On lyrics

C'mon let's go! yeah
It's beautiful, c'mon, keep marchin
Everybody say HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY
(HEY, HEY)

Now if you got toast, you keep your shots low
You hug the block close, we rock on and on
Now if you got dough, your shit is not low
You duck the five oh, we rock on and on
(ladies)
Now if you real fly, fuck with a real guy
Give them your real eye, we rock on and on
You keep yo' heels high, keep it real tight
Who gettin real high? We rock on and on

Yeah, I flow beautiful like a Zab Judah blow
(Traffic) like Benecio (Suspect) is (Usual)
Cut checks like cuticles
Bust tecs at funerals
My sound freak you out like
Rough sex in the studio
I blow the back out the
Track when I black out
Got the spot maxed out
People in the front pass out
Security carry that ass out
Get in the zone when I'm stoned like
I live in a glass house
Last bout I was in started
To get real serious
Homeboy got dropped and spazzed
Out like mysterious
The boy in the hood with the furious style
We in the age of Aquarius now, yo
I show pain in the
Manner of Coltrane's "Alabama"
Niggas wanna blaze a hammer
"Real girls get down on the flo'" like
David Banner when I handle my shit
I go banana clips you walkin
Where the animals live

Now everybody say
(hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Yo, the way I spit is ghetto
Like when niggas pray over
Beef like Khalil and
Get the metal 'til the shit is settled
I pull strings like Geppetto did Pinocchio
Y'all niggas sing to po-po like
K-Ci and JoJo or Sisqo and Nokio
LeLe and Coco y'all, Sisters With Voices
Y'all, lyrics are pointless
My lyrics annoint like, oils and ointments
I had a big death but I missed my appointment
Y'all walkin through the valley while
I run through it every party we come through
Makin the "Gun Music" practice the
(Art of War) , don't make me Sun Tzu it
I put them knots in yo' head
'til you can't undo it you can't unscrew it
Ladies wanna take it off
All they want is piece of mind
So I break 'em off
I grab the game by the balls
Until I made it cough
And made these bitch ass niggas
Take they make-up off

Everybody say
(hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Yeah, get it right, Talib Kweli