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Cradle Rock
Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes
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All the children coming into the light
There will be
Rock-a-bye baby from the rooftop
When the guns blow, your cradle gets rocked
When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall
Down will come MCs, spaceship and all
Off top it be the sure shot, the bomb drops
Aftershock, blow your bumba clocks to smithereens
Time stop, flying guillotine coming for your slot
What you mean you spilled the beans, I
Blacked out and thought I seen Pop blaze a bean Glock
What's a bird to a brother with a flock? Well
They got some nerve to even try to share the turf
On John J., slap a nigga gay with the wordplay
Hot Mics shoot you with the gift, it's your birthday
God-hating ugly in the worst way
Fuck 'em like the Earth safe
From first day I surveyed the hassle
Death knocking at your door in the Big Apple
Meth rotten to the core, shackled in the sound castle
The dungeon with vermin in the form of MCs
Determined to step foot on God's soil
Not knowing that these eggheads come hard for you
And heavy-handed, the aliens, we just landed
And you in the way, overthrow these niggas' planet
Independence Day, felons get split melons
Homicide, bug niggas get the bug repellent
Insecticide, Johnny 5 take it worldwide
As long as I pledge allegiance to the dark side
I'll never die, who you know with a flow like this?
Bring 'em in, what clan you know blow like this?
Bring 'em in, take that, nigga
There will be
The sound of gun burst put the foul in the dirt
You can't think clearly from the mind control fury
Murder in the first, bring 'em back down to Earth
Y'all niggas don't hear me, prepare for the worst
Times gon' change, nothing will remain the same
Million dollar broke niggas still fucked up in the game
Make me wanna choke niggas shitting on my name
Tuck your chain when I approach, nigga
Go against the grain now, can you stand the rain now?
Die hard fan, call me John John McClane now
Snake verse the crane style, death to the enemy
Wu brother number one, the centipede
Troublesome, send 'em all to Kingdom Come
Sun still shine one, time for your crooked mind
Drunk off of cheap wine, son, I'm into street crime
Every word, every line, got juice, very fine
Turn me loose on mankind, detonate the landmine
Focus my goal now, never sell, never sold
Live by the code now, never tell, never told
Dark side grow like Clyde with the finger roll
Clutch shots and whatnot, this is where the buck stops
Still can't eat and y'all still can't sleep, I
Elect myself as presidential MC
Wu-Tang Killa Bee, the beehive facility
In love with the blunt smoke even though it's killing me
Bad vibes filling me with thoughts of conspiracy
Whitewater scandals with Bill Clinton, Hillary
Too hot to handle, too well put together to dismantle
Fucker, you heard me, fuck 'em
There will be
Excuse me as I kiss the sky
Catch me when I fall, son, I'm too young to die
Me and lefty, that be the eye, come test me
If you don't know me, you'll never know me, boost the volume
Me lick shots 'pon you, me lick shots 'pon you
Hey, man, if you test me, it italics you gon' get
Fire 'pon your head, say me fire 'pon you
Yes, man, if you test, yes, you gon' feel it, check
Any batty boy come test me, haffi reach for me
Check cock it and unload it 'pon the batty boy
Yes, batty boy come test me, haffi reach for me
Check cock it and unload it 'pon the batty boy
We haffi fire the gun
Rock-a-bye baby from the rooftop
When the guns blow, your cradle gets rocked
When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall
Down will come MCs, spaceship and all
Ayo, I got three hundred and sixty degrees of self
That's mind, body and spirit
A hundred and twenty degrees of peace
We gon' break it down into simple terms
That's nine, nigga, nine
Highest level of change
Too many niggas sitting on they ass waiting for shit to just happen
Shit don't just happen
Don't fuck around and miss the boat
You take away the negative, make room for the positive
That's adding and subtracting on the real
Niggas better learn they math
'Cause if my calculations serve me correct
I'm gon' fuck around and have all this shit
I'm on your ass, nigga
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