I used to rock rough rhymes alone to the break of dawn

A lonely rider on the storm I was a fighter by a microphone

A bonebreaker verbal acrobatics to the fat beat

I'm a black man sitting on the backseat

with the freestyle mode bebe form one

You might get the mic maybe - don't stun

I practice my shit daily unison

with Mary rappin' melody of oblivion



It's so mystic how I got in this business

I'm melodic miss diss, like it or not I'm gonna kick this

This thicky beatbox beat pushing forward like a train

Brain activating game

By the way: I'm Mariko from Helsinki / Finland

And I ain't cold though Scandinavian

First girl of Dynasty under the sun

I take pride in my rappin' session



Chorus:

Rock the house!

With a true hip hop

Rock the house!

With Mary and Tidjân

Rock the house!

It's the ultimate bond

Rock the house!

To the sound of the Kwan



Writing rhymes to me is like the Crashbandicota

Dope, like dope what they smokers smoking all day long

without doing anything, all I hear is big talk from the

mouths that should be rappin', ring the bell "ring ring"

Rock the house with the sound you can't miss

I'm MC Tidjân and that's my main girl miss

Mary, queen of la dinasti Kwan

Avec nos soldats rythmiques c'est la force octagone



By an accident I'm getting sentimental

Be aware, my experiment could be bad for your mental

But feelings we have for this hiphop

Always been rocking from the bottom to the top

When ever it comes to debation

You got me up on the stand, no guestion

I gotta clear view of our destination

Rock the house with the energy phenomenon