Rock Da Spot - Intellectual

[Production by Ty Fyffe & Erick Sermon]

[Intro]

W.F.D.S

Ayo, ayo, check this out, man

(Rock da spot)

Ha, ayo, haha

Ayo, ayo, haha

Nah, nah, ayo, ayo

[Verse 1]

Ayo, damn, I'm the, bomb, ringing off all types alarms

My palms be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's

Aggravated assault against an MC

Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees

It's mad real in the Bricks, plus I roll thick

You can quote this, I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness

Bitch, walk the walk if you talk the talk

I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York

I don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one

With a tape deck, if it's feasible

Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex Coupe

But I get you suped when I rock respect due

I's a nice nigga that wanna get diced

Slice the mic device like the body of Christ

Twice, E Double if you feel me, hit me once

(A breaker one, a breaker two)

Cause trouble to you, family and friends

Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo' ends

Got caught out there cause you were Mack without ten

Punch you in your chin, the rucker, bringer

Live from Hell but stay cooler than a double L

Turn a felony to a misdemeanor

Now the court subpoenaed me to get my act cleaner

Fuck that, still walk out holdin' my strap

Blunt, grabbing my wiener

[Chorus]

Rock the spot (Yo)

[Verse 2]

Now first of all I go for broke

Check the third quarter note

I make you feel like your water broke

Can't tell whether male or female

I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can't tell

All aboard my balls 'cause my dick

Don't got a lot of room for the rest of y'all

Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight

Rock indo' and outdo', dick run in and out yo'

Bitch, about nine inch up the clit

Can you feel me comin'? Yeah, I usually make 'em shit

I shines MC's up for auction so I can sell 'em on Saturday

Keith, put the bat away

Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down and turn into an ass-kicking holiday

Word, I rolls with the Funklord

With more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards

He's bleeding, get the gauze

He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for

Push the clip in, slide the top back

Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract

Shit like that get me vexed (Uh)

So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's

[Chorus]

Rock the spot (Yo)

[Verse 3]

Ayo, catch this picture of me in the mixture

So you won't forget the black Jack the Ripper

Sorcerer offin' y'all with techniques

A universal lingo, with the odd speaks

Control more blacks than Harlem week

Freak, smokin' that leak at full peak

Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique

College radio, know I mack shit like Maceo

Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver

I oughta be an alkie the way I hit liver

Deliver the milk to your door real raw

Shit you never seen before

So when you come inside, and do the front

Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run

Relax your minds, let your conscience be free

And get money, and G's and roll these trees

[Chorus]

Rock the spot (Yo)

Rock the spot

Rock the s—

Rock the spot (Yo)

[Outro]

This is DJ Say What on this motherfucker

Coming to you live from WFDS radio from the Brick City