My nigga say quit playin…so I just came 2 save da game….
Microphone hero, U already know.../
I’M BOUT 2 ROCK DA MIC //
ITZ ABOUT THAT TIME / ITZ ABOUT THAT TIME //
ITZ ABOUT THAT TIME / I’M BOUT 2 ROCK DA MIC //
ITZ ABOUT THAT TIME / ITZ ABOUT THAT TIME //

1 o’clock / 2 o’clock / 3 o’clock / ROCK //
4-5-6 / 7 o’clock / ROCK //
8-9-10 / 11 o’clock / ROCK //
WHEN DA CLOCK / STRIKE 12, MAKE DA WHOLE CLUB ROCK //

1986, perfect timing on her diamond //
Biological clock / product of my environment //
HoodStock / chonological movement //
Fiends at Best Buy talkin bout, “I wanna rock” //
What else could I do but give da people what they want //
When Detroit Rock City is da front //
And Johnny got Cash / so, Johnny B. Goode //
But, I’m doin bad / cuz, I’m from da hood //
Sex, Drugs, and Rock-N-Roll / was da claim they made //
Gwap, Girls, and Hip-Hop / is da game wii played //
No Rock Band / D ROCK w/o a band //
Maybe a DJ / or at least, a replay //
Either way, itz live enuff 2 keep u at bay //
I can see a sea of people / flowin onpoint wit each emotion //
Evokin me 2 dive into the ocean //
B4 bringin me back just in time 2 keep it goin //

CHORUS

Hip-Hop is in my genes like da color green //
I mean my wallet is nice, but see her butt is mean //
Cuz a King aint a Champion w/o a Queen //
Air guitar, Jimi Hendrix wanna sing //
If yall riff harder than Chuck Berry on da string //
And da rock in my system is gonna Sting //
When I ride on da track wit lyrical skill //
Whip appeal / wit da left-hand grippin da steering wheel //
So 4get 10 and 2 / more like 10-and-2 //
Do da math / all’s well that end’s well, right //
So I’m fly from 12-12 / thatz a round-trip //
Pull up 2 da club in a WTF //
Sittin on Rollin Stones / fully-equipped //
Funeral kit / Gunz n Roses, stashed in da whip //
Ashton can’t punk Rock //
A lavish star wit / Travis Barker in his trunk Rock //
(Drumroll pleaze)

I DON’T WANNA SING / I WANNA ROCK DA MIC //
AND I DON’T WANNA DANCE / I WANNA ROCK DA MIC //
YALL DON’T UNDASTAND / SMARTEN UP //
I WON’T DUMB IT DOWN / BUT I WILL ROCK DA MIC //

Cuz I’mma Def Poet: metaphors Kiss similes //
Used 2 read it from da page, na da flow is spit from memory //
Imagery, Wordplay, Humor, but aint nuttin funny //
So when I hit da stage, itz time 2 go and get my money //
Dufflebagz / we clockin dollarz //
Old heads / call em grandfather clockin ballaz //
Big faces too / money counter won’t stop 4 hours //
Everythang new / but we don’t be poppin collarz //
We don’t need tags just 2 prove we fresh //
When every line textbook dope like da movie ‘fresh’ //
And since Life aint appreciated till u meet Death //
When I migrate, ingrates’ll be Grateful when I’m Dead //
But I aint tryna go out like Ceasar, so brutal //
At da handz of my manz, like damn, U2? //
In my time zone / every conflict is crucial //
Early deaths and Late bandmembers is da usual //
(word 2 proof, RIP…ICE-WOOD & Jay-Deezy, TrakkMakk on da beat
D-ROCK wit da heat, Itz easy…U R now rockin wit tha D…Believe Me)