(Sorry I'm late but I told you I would make everything right

You broke bitch ass mutha fucka!)



Wake up, float to the sky 

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise 

Wake up, float to the sky 

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise 

Come on 





Space and beyond 

Mind dumpin in the yard 

I stoles your headstone from your grave plot 

Conscience and confused 

Seen tomorrows dreams on tonights news 

Fallin through a hole in the sky 

Will I die? 

You know the time multiplied 

with this life, love, and lies 

Steppin in the darkness 

Walkin through my conscience 

Like an android I remain heartless 

Underground, and mental know me well 

Bring it to the white lights of the depths of Hell 

Walk through the time flux hand and hand with clear mind 

Chords are harmonious like the rhythm of windchimes 

Peel back the rind and examine the fruit 

Rotten to the core buried in they best suits 

Maggots crawling on they face, 

Eyes sunk in they head 

Throw your fuckin arms up and rock the dead 



Wake up, float to the sky 

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise 

Wake up, float to the sky 

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise 

Come on 





Got me a mic and A P.A. cranked to ten 

And all we wanna do is rock the dead 

So many thoughts runnin all through my head 

But the only one that's clear is rock the dead 





Screamin like AHH! 

I can't even take it no more 

Release the straps from my jacket and let me go 

I'll medication got my whole body shakin 

Making an escaping 

But they gonna keep on chasing 

I'm facing off with the world and the planet 

Nigga hoe 

Buried alive like good goddamnit 

It ain't a living thing 

It's a no fuck giving thing 

Bring the pain 

And I'ma bleed with the rain 

Insane when I leave this bitch 

I got the whole world screaming out 

YOU AIN'T SHIT! 

They'll be the wrong one's you can bet 

I don't know why you hide your face 

Cause I'm coming for your neck 

Get hard on the plot 

What you got? 

Should I cut your head off on the spot? 

A whole pile of dead bodies I'm on top 

Me and my man rockin the dead like UHH non-stop 



Wake up, float to the sky 

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise 

Wake up, float to the sky 

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise 

Come on 





Got me a mic and A P.A. cranked to ten 

And all we wanna do is rock the dead 

So many thoughts runnin all through my head 

But the only one that's clear is rock the dead 





Think about it a hundred years from now 

It was all different people livin on the planet 

Now they dead 

200 years ago it was a whole nother posse 

Now they dead 

The dead probably out number the living 10,000 to 1 

A hundred years from now we'll be dead 

So fuck that! I'ma run with the muthafuckin dead 





Got my vision on you point blank range 

Strange look coming cause I'm in all black 

And I'll be rockin with an axe 

Everyday life how I'm livin 

Cemetary walks, and grave diggin 

Sacrifice another victim 

You can hear me screaming through the trees and the woods 

Hang myself on a higher branch if I could 

Gotta get em out 

Gotta get these sick thoughts outta my head 

So I been rockin the dead 





Some of my best friends are dead 

If you're cool with Monoxide, Violent J, 

Shaggy, and Evil Ed 

Serial killas from the West and the East 

And all the dead muthafuckas from here to Greene street 

Fuck it if you're missing some limbs and patches of hair 

Nod your bald head and throw your nubs in the air 

I wanna see zombies just and scream aloud 

And kill every live muthafucka in the crowd 



Wake up, float to the sky 

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise 

Wake up, float to the sky 

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise 

Take it 





Got me a mic and A P.A. cranked to ten 

And all we wanna do is rock the dead 

So many thoughts runnin all through my head 

But the only one that's clear is rock the dead 



Wake up, float to the sky 

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise 

Wake up, float to the sky 

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise 

Wake up, float to the sky 

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise 

Wake up, float to the sky 

Bring the wicked shit and the dead will arise 

(Rock the dead!) 





Got me a mic and A P.A. cranked to ten 

And all we wanna do is rock the dead 

So many thoughts runnin all through my head 

But the only one that's clear is rock the dead 



(So what we'd like to do right here right now at this time is pay homage to the mutha fuckin' Messiah! The savior! The king of mothafuckin' paper.)