I rock for the heads and I rock for the feet

I rock for your soul, you could rock to this beat

I rock for the sun, for the moon, for the stars

From the ones drivin' to the ones sleepin' in they cars

For the homeless to the hopeless

You could (?) less if you open up and confess

Break the progress

It's so fresh and clean like it was produce

Known by your fruit, spirit go loose

Homie, you got no juice

While I'm busy squeezin' fresh OJ

You ain't a real rapper, you's a roleplay

Sucka there was no way

Rap that's so gay

Could be around another hot minute, go away

I wonder what happened to professional rappin'

I'm talkin' 'bout the days way before John Zappin

The days when I grew up and threw up a couple of hands

Now I rock for these fans in the makin' of the bands

And the stands with the jams packed out

(?) caravans final remix wax out

You can freakin' max out every card and credential

Flip to side B and tell it to the instrumental

Better use a pencil

'Cause your junk is easy to erase

Easy to replace

Easy just to hit the backspace

On your last place, gasface crew

My spirit goes five miles deep space through

And we can face you

'Cause the only deep space you got's

Between your ears in the place where the taste is not

This race is not a sprint but a marathon

Brace yourself, pace yourself, we could carry on

Carry on

Carry on

Carry on