Rock of Ages (Vaya Con Dios Mix)
The Vaya con Dios remix of Rock of Ages, from the highly-anticipated forthcoming album "The Blackbird", targeted for 11.01.2005.
True School NYC Hip-Hop, a mixture of hardcore skills and revolutionary thought. Full of Third-Eye Openers.
"OJ's for people that are sleepin' in the streets/ and mothers that are weepin' in the streets..."
Story behind the song
This was done with a new member of the fam, my man Cenzi Stiles, a Chilean cat now living in Canada. Cenzi's production are known for their flavor and precision, it was great working with him. It's highly possible that there will be a full album between myself and Cenzi in time to come.
Lyrics
I'm a drop the rag-top and convert this game/
to set it off like the perfect flame/
attached to the head of a hunter green arrow, perfect aim/
Hit your soul and watch it burn untamed/
Mufucca learn the name--Omega will hurt your fame/
and send you off from the world in shame/
Put you to a higher level than the Jimi Hendrix herb contain/
Next thing you know, you're floatin' 'round with Kurt Cobain/
There's a red river runnin' through the banks of my heart/
The fossil fuel for my poison arts/
The microphone is like a blowgun for darts/
shot through the speaker to strike, a greater power than the sum of your parts/
You can't shield your thoughts, you get shook like fault lines in the granite/
by the bandit that storms across the planet/
you're small change, so recognize your worth/
your career's fucked the long way to match my girth/
('cause I'm)//
Hardcore like the Rock of Ages/
Maintain the rock, don't stop the rock//
You prolly think your music is a stroke of genius/
Fact is, it's just a stroke of your penis for your convenience/
You're mediocre, your poker hand look broken/
on the path to bein' phased out like subway tokens/
I'm like an out of control cop when I get to chokin' out foes/
with the old school grip of G.I. Joes/
Me and my team of rebels rip down stadiums on titanium/
levels while plantin' you chumps like geraniums/
The Hard Rock come to crack your craniums/
Begun with the submission hold, watch your chart position fold/
Your spine fragments are stuck in my boot treads/
Defeat your system with the heart of a true dread//
Hardcore like the Rock of Ages/
Maintain the rock, don't stop the rock//
Try your hardest, but you're a washed up escape artist/
sinkin' to the floor of the ocean in slow motion/
Wrapped in the chains of Leviathan/
forced to switch your views on reincarnation to try again/
Now face the Winter Night Phantom/
who harnesses the power of the atom and turns it into an anthem/
The 1 in 7 can't be fathomed by the fake dudes/
I'm wild with 'em like Grrey Goos with quaaludes/
Bring out your dead while I'm spittin' 'em spells/
Sick like Saw, got MCs killin' themselves/
Advance press release to announde your retirement/
by the Tuskegee Airman that's firin' at your environment/
Spitkickboxin' assault concotions/
that fuck up your grille like Botox and chop down youa options/
Midnight strikes in the garden/
No governor's pardon when hearts start to harden//
Maintain the rock/
Maintain the rock/
Maintain the rock/
(You can't stop the rock, I'm)/
Hardcore like the Rock of Ages/
Maintain the rock, don't stop the rock//
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