The R.O.C., Evol (Big Father Hi-Top), Jamie Madrox - Outrage lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah (What up what up)
Representin' (Representin' baby)
The originators of Detroit funk
(Detroit funk) we go way back, baby (Heh)
The ROC (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

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
ROC, 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 ROC 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

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

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

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

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

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

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 ROC and Mr bones gon'
Lay it down like this one more time for ya
One more time just to blow your mind

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

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