Sir Tizzy, Ron James - Rock N Sock Lyrics

We sending calendar requests for fades
Our business hours is four to four for gettin' paid
A hater and a lazy man the same type of worthless
Rocket Scientists like, this ain't Catch the Fade verses
The sole got a barcode beyond the bag
Now you below sea level, you a soft shell crab
These Pop Pop's been out for too long, they kinda stale
Everybody a Alpha Male, 'til they around an Alpha Male
These Outkasts, I'm from A Tribe Called Mobb Deep
These Cobra Kai's tell Johnny Law to do crime sweeps
Implicate a man in a story, without their permission
No ifs, ands, or buts, my nigga, you are snitching
Take a shot to get the shot, I don't even believe in them
Above all, me and my pen, is fucking Queen and Slim
You trash, Khawi laugh, slaps off the backboard
You in ICE like you crossed the boarder with no passport
Look, off all with a hive mind
I make my city shed light to the stars, that's a skyline
Friends, white lies, injuries, all get the same cast
All these cockroaches get afraid if I raid their past
Ticketmaster or a script, mad lines for our recital
Couldn't cut a record if they put a knife to a vinyl
Even with being a shell of myself, I'm the better man
My jab'll smoke 'em, then, coffin, from my secondhand
They'll look for clout, not the many ways of gettin' paid
Tryna get the Juice now? Or is it Simply Lemonade?
Cause I notice the Universe handing out plenty of citrus
To the vicious, malicious, minions being gifted at mischief
Always between the lines like a barricade, extinguishing flair away
For breathing near the throne's heir today
Black Mick Foley in this bih
And I even got a great one dropping bows on hearts, what a gift
Yeah, nigga, we want all the guap
Sir Tizz, Ron James, nigga, Rock N Sock

We sending calendar requests for fades
Our business hours is four to four for gettin' paid
A hater and a lazy man the same type of worthless
Rocket Scientists like, this ain't Catch the Fade verses
The sole got a barcode beyond the bag
Now you below sea level, you a soft shell crab
These Pop Pop's been out for too long, they kinda stale
Everybody a Alpha Male, 'til they around an Alpha Male
These Outkasts, I'm from A Tribe Called Mobb Deep
These Cobra Kai's tell Johnny Law to do crime sweeps
Implicate a man in a story, without their permission
No ifs, ands, or buts, my nigga, you are snitching
Take a shot to get the shot, I don't even believe in them
Above all, me and my pen, is fucking Queen and Slim
You trash, Khawi laugh, slaps off the backboard
You in ICE like you crossed the boarder with no passport
Look, off all with a hive mind
I make my city shed light to the stars, that's a skyline
Friends, white lies, injuries, all get the same cast
All these cockroaches get afraid if I raid their past
Ticketmaster or a script, mad lines for our recital
Couldn't cut a record if they put a knife to a vinyl
Even with being a shell of myself, I'm the better man
My jab'll smoke 'em, then, coffin, from my secondhand
They'll look for clout, not the many ways of gettin' paid
Tryna get the Juice now? Or is it Simply Lemonade?
Cause I notice the Universe handing out plenty of citrus
To the vicious, malicious, minions being gifted at mischief
Always between the lines like a barricade, extinguishing flair away
For breathing near the throne's heir today
Black Mick Foley in this bih
And I even got a great one dropping bows on hearts, what a gift
Yeah, nigga, we want all the guap
Sir Tizz, Ron James, nigga, Rock N Sock