Lyrics
Roc Da Mic is gone! uh, yeah, ha, what!
breaking Mic's (Mikes) like Tyson flows,out wit a bitened nose, known to frighten when fightin foes
striking toes, just to "spark a feat", but ya heart is weak, part you hard with an arson heat, -rip apart your streak-
so u can battle in text, wins wit keys next to get wrecked attemptin to see -rhymes like these infect-
come on and listen im shittin on ill explicit -got a face on my fist kid- i insist that you kiss it
watch me, leave you "dead in the close" (clothes) like rasatchi, droppin shots on a Roc like jack danielle's is gettin BOULDER, dislocate ya shoulder the only way you "poppin arms" out its holder
"step on you"... and leave you "6 feet under" (my height) i "sound divine" like when the god meets thunder
wonder, why im fly and the highest ,number yeah, what
Roc Da Mic is gone! uh, yeah, ha, what!
im too ill...for the generic brand, rip a fake emcee in 3 cuz ima merit man
im sendin terror through a head, never to sever the metafors dead yeah, thats what i said
you couldnt Roc(k) Da Mic if Sight striked'd it wit DOPE, leave you choked til ya throats broke
da da da da leavin you in charge...wit a light socket! play the cards and gaurd em, no fock it
you aint my wife, i aint meetin the parents, im BENding your preyers in the street, its apparent
drug addict, "E=MC squared" makes sense, spittin at some one thats bearing fake pens (Da GENERIC Emcee)
watch me, leave you "dead in the close" (clothes) like Rasatchi, droppin shots on a Roc like jack danielle's is gettin BOULDER, dislocate ya shoulder the only way you "poppin arms" out its holder
Roc Da Mic is gone! uh, yeah, ha, what!
Secret Riddle this, Secret Riddle that, you gotta admit ya spits are just a little wack
like William Shatner, "u dont know how to act" Centers better than Roc, and this is now a fact
detention in algebra, ya gettin "aftermath" see the skillz in this verse? you aint got half of that
ima disinigrate ya brains, slayn with pains in ya veins thats chained in flames
watch me, leave you "dead in the close" (clothes) like rasatchi, droppin shots on a Roc like jack danielle's is gettin BOULDER, dislocate ya shoulder the only way you "poppin arms" out its holder
"step on you"... and leave you "6 feet under" (my height) i "sound divine" like when the god meets thunder
wonder, why im fly and the highest ,number yeah, what
Roc Da Mic is gone! uh, yeah, ha, what!
