Yo...we embarked on this nocturnal excursion in order to exchange
 conversation with these mortals  not to play games for real  behind
 every
 great Ruck theres a Rock  the Rockness Monsta.....Dutch
 Verse One: Rockness Monsta
 Yo its the Rockness  not Rock live
 Then again im Rock when im live
 But im not fat  then again my dick is so fat
 fans let your dick's fly (PLOW! PLOW! PLOW!)
 Swift and changeable no style, be Rock style
 Not foul, but play with me at your own risk and I might not smile
 You get with the pawn, in one arms
 I dont fight clean, flow like a butterfly, sting like a scorpion
 On the tip of a sick ding-a-ling, bring the noise with your peeps
 We up in this space deep, wit' nines like Star-Fleet, ah fuck
 God bitch ass rappers, and P i'll trap ya, then like a federal case
 i'll
 crack ya
 Word to my man Don Rulla, i'll cold beat your crew up
 If it gets thick then number two-a, pass me the ruler
 Click Click...Booya!!
 Chorus2x: Rock< If you dont know like I know, then act like you know ,
 like I know
 (Rock: I beat's more ass than mom dukes leather belta)
 (Ruck:'Cause Rock make cops throw Glocks Down like Heather)
 *The Crate Unknown* (background)
 Verse Two:
 I turn this upside down, clown
 Watch me and you'll get the picture, if ya dont understand
 Why I be the Mr. Flipster, rhyme deliverer
 Nine slug through your spine, and leave you on the floor vibratin'
 like a
 pulled line
 Find the robbies, lurking in the dark ally
 With more nigga, than a motherfuckin' guard rally
 Tally up all the throats, the strangle hold choke
 that all my the riots that my brother Ruckus provoke, dont like style?
 So
 I dont give a WHAT, cuz you bring the beef, and the Rock
 I'll Rock you buck you one time, so cover you by the loggins
 Machete I chop that beef you pop, and feed it to my nigga doggen
 Follow the trail of broken backs and, at the end of each you'll find
 me
 standing with my blackjack, with a smith and wessin on my side smoke
 another gat
 (Ruck: Southern Illinois be the act for the attack)
 XXXX your Street Fighter, front if you wanna get hyper
 I strap on bombs and blow your face up like Stryker
 Yo representatives light up another Reggie Spliff, while i dip, by the
 way
 *Kiss* big up to the ill bitch
 Chorus4x: RockI know
 In sequence after chorus (Rock: Rockness Monsta, stomp ya)
 ( Never changin', forever face rearangin' )
 ( You asked for it who want beef so here's war)
 4x : I see the horizon the Crate Unknown (background)
 Ruck: We will, we will Rock you
 Verse Three:
 Question (What)
 Yo, who's the crew with the juice tryin' to front (What!)
 Yo money, yo life and wars all I want (What!)
 Bring all beef to Bedrock I got my gun (What!)
 Niggas soft as burger buns (What!What!)
 Front man shit, spit
 On the grave of the weak, when i speak, my tongue as nasty as a freak
 Im in a inner state of, inner mind
 Which inner twines, with my inner body now im energizes
 Its an insane shame, you can ask Ricky Steen
 Order b-cheese be sweatin' ,no shorties only gettin' green
 BLING! the sound then im ghost, gone, me and Sean
 Your shit's now paid for the Tron, need i go on you damn right
 Im foul as fuck, so if I should go to the line and shoot two (ah, shit
 duck)
 Like James Bond I shoot to kill, Helter Skelter's here
 Try square with me, clean a man like Mr. Belvedeere
 Born in a place so far away it's prehistoric, Bedrock
 No regular man survive that ? , from the age of stone
 To the age of chrome, from Bedrock to Bucktown my fuckin' names known
 Chorus4x: Same as Top
 In sequence after chorus (Rock: Military Punisher Rock MP)
 (Manson punishin' and keep robbing like Danville)
 (Scar on my face but im not Al Pacino)
 (Run for guns me and Tuck comin' through, Heltah Skeltah)
 Ruck: We will, We will
 Rock: We will Rock you, motherfuckin' knock you, act like you
 know me
 of the darkness Heltah Skeltah....We will, We will Rock
 you...Word is Born>
 8x: I see the horizon the Crate Unknown *from background to
 fade