[Intro: Unknown & Laws]

You see..

What, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy, old noise

Is in fact the brilliant music of a genius: myself

That music is so powerful that it's quite beyond my control

And uh, when I'm in the grips of it

I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain

Either physically or emotionally

Do you understand what I'm talking about?

Have you, have you ever felt like that?

When you just, when you just...

You couldn't feel anything and you didn't want to either

Aye man, I appreciate the love you know

But y'all need to back up man

Yo, I don't want them to shut us down, you know?

Y'all dropped a piece of your pay check to get in here fam

Oh, that's how you want it? Alright, enjoy it while it last

[Hook]

I rock, I roll, I get it, I live it, I know

You got problems? See me at my show

Good luck gettin' through the front door

‘Cause we wall to wall action and I can barely breathe ‘em

About to bring it back home, back home, back home

[Verse One]

My stomach rumblin' but I been fed already

I’m seein' 2010 but my vision 20-20

And people question am I’m spittin' or not

Nothin' to lose, I don’t gotta prove diddly squat

This is for Biggie and Pac, Pun, LJ baby

Thinkin' I’m high grade, fuck you, pay me

And now I’m passive, don’t wanna be cursin'

But you made up man, don’t wanna be person

Too many cuts, we gonna need surgeons

We ridin' to the death, we gonna need hearses

Top spot, got my eye on that

I got the first on deck like the triumph track

‘Cause I bomb so atomic, I’m puttin' my fam on

Till the whole room spinnin', I’m gonna vomit

Motion sickness, too many moves made

Get off my Kool-Aid, player, I rock

[Hook]

I rock, I roll, I get it, I live it, I know

You got problems? See me at my show

Good luck gettin' through the front door

‘Cause we wall to wall action and I can barely breathe ‘em

About to bring it back home, back home, back home

[Verse Two]

I ain’t tryin' to do the humpty dance

I’m a rock star, give me drunkee fans

And you ask why I rock out and shout shit

Too much power, not enough outlets

Me and Mase Caine go back like Forrest and Bubba

Though we ain’t brothers, got it?

What he say? Man, I’m on it

Caine got a blade like Clockwork Orange

Forget about these mixtapes from these two-faces

They don’t drop jewels, they drop money on jewel cases

Come on son, who’s time are you wastin'?

Takin' the cash just to have a huge bracelet

You don’t move me one iota

You chicken noodle soup on the side with a soda

You bumpin' to a dime or you die just to know her?

But she’s a fan, she’s dyin' to come over little soldier

[Hook]

I rock, I roll, I get it, I live it, I know

You got problems? See me at my show

Good luck gettin' through the front door

‘Cause we wall to wall action and I can barely breathe ‘em

About to bring it back home, back home, back home