Rock Shit Lyrics - Singles - Hush

[Verse 1: Bareda] 

May I have your attention please 

I'm sorta like a motivation speach on vintage keys 

You'll see I ain't the same nigga I used to be, but you'll get used to me 

I've changed, got some shit on my brain I want the youth to see 

Twisted like a tuba, got boys in the hood like Cuba do 

Words like a movie that move ya that's so beautiful 

And that's because I can't leave the studio 'til it's suitable 

To have you in your cubicle groovin to this musical 

And off this chronic, yeah, you'll be astonished 

When I shoot like a comet & put his lights out like the Amish 

So you better watch your comments before you vanish, kapoof! 

I'm sick as vom in the booth, I told you I was the truth 

A block smoker I'm blazin like I'm diagnosed with severe glaucoma 

Shockin' like Oklahoma 

Niggaz know I'm just that nigga from the dirty Murder Mitten 

Where bullshit is forbidden and haters never forgiven got me 

[Chorus] 

This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit 

This that hot shit, got ya doin toxics 

Turn it up (Turn it up) {*4X*} 

This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit 

Just can't stop it, 'til your speakers poppin' 

Turn it up (Come on) {*4X*} 

[Verse 2: Hush] 

I was born to chop verses and slice words from cursive 

With slurs so diversive when I spit so perversive 

This new tyrant who's flows just like a hydrant 

Will have you sweatin' bullets 'til you bust when your perspiring 

There's no denyin' it once I put my stamp on it 

Detroit's the Newcleus of this blaze like Jam on it 

We're focused in your face like Sean Dalon 

With Bareda's in your grill and Low down like Mr. Wrong 

See it's just magic cause the heat is so poetic 

And we ain't dramatic we just spit you're so pathetic 

And it's done daily like Carson, it's arson 

Like a four-alarm fire on beats we're Molotovin' 

So call a medic cause the crew's about to set 

Like Detroit in '84 when the Tigers won the Pennant 

Cause we reinvented this game and to us it's hats off 

So pass the mic with the serial numbers scratched off 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: Los] 

You don't know me I'm sick as Ebola and walk wit OG's 

Black Cobras under your pillow while you sleep 

I'm like glaucoma, I'm impossible to see 

Now I'm locked on you and it's impossible to leave 

I crush 'em like dominos wit hollows and watch him holla 

And spit on you coppers there's no alliance who could stop us 

A dog without a collar and my chamber's open 

Leave your brains on the ground While you're reaching' for holsters 

Fuck the jury and the judge only verdict is blood 

My appearance is what you muthafuckers mimic in mirrors 

You're too scared to come near us duck your head cause you fear us 

Infra-red while you stare your passenger's incoherent 

From all the guns that they're hearin' my attitude is explosive 

Handle feuds with explosions I get moved when overdosed with 

Congac and Molsons never heard a man cry 

Cause my barrel was choking him, let him die ain't no hope for him 

[Chorus]