No I.D.

No I.D. - We Rock Like So lyrics

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(feat. Dug Infinite)



You ready.. hah.. (that's right)

Yo, yo, yo, yo it's a world premier

(That's right) No I.D., Dug Infinite

For the U.S. nation (uhh, uhh) whole population

(That's right)



When No I.D. say ahhh (ahhh) now what you wanna know?

I wanna know if you can rock the mic like so

When Dug Inf say ahhh (ahhh) what you wanna do?

Yo I should rock this mic on the count of two

I said one (one) one (that's right)

Yeah one, one, one-two - check it out



[Dug Infinite]

I be that head honcho, nigga I will stomp yo'

com-po-tition on out, pronto

Who's that, new cat, that be swingin like a new jack?

I'm Dug Infinite, No I.D.'s got my back

I attack, intelligently, I hunt you in a pack

If you wack, evidently, dope skills you lack

See three-hundred sixty-five days of hard trainin

give me seven-hundred twenty mo' ways to start aimin

some dope shit, Source quote shit, underground hits

How many rhymes before I mastered this?

Take this tip, see I don't stop fo' sho' baby

I'm keepin shit hot for yo' man or lady

Run out get that CD tape so you can play me

But always keep yo' eye on that nigga lookin shady

Shady, shady, shady, shady

Shady, shady, sh-sh, sh-sh..



So Dug Inf say ahhh (ahhh) what you wanna know?

I wanna know if you can rock the mic then flow

Yo No I.D. say ahhh (ahhh) what you wanna do?

Yo watch me rock this mic on the count of two

It go one.. wa-one

One, one, one-two - check it yo



[No I.D.]

I'm the style begetter (yo) without a predecessor

Keep takin the pressure when you push me to the limit

I stay in position bust through, any restriction

And keep winnin the war regardless of the predicition

I've never been timid - I'm mathematic to the digit

That's why I keep it cold frozen, plus frigid

Now it's customary I bust a very ill flow

Destination real dough, keepin my skills so very

prominent - never recessive I stay dominant

Put me on the wax, watch me, yo, I'm bombin out

Drama to the fifth power, hour to hour

Day to day, week to week, the meek will freak

the technique, let the vet speak his piece

I put this hostile opposition to cease

Cease, cease, cease, cease, cease
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