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Chorus:R-O-C-K B-O-XSo old school that I'm on some next Level, one for the treble, two for the bass, three for that melted faceSpoon full of sugar make a fight break outTalk a lot but you might flake outBut daddy don't just talk the talkA brother break a solid concrete block when him walkVerse 1:It's McNasty, Mr. ClassyPistol blasting, pristine rap sheetKiss the glass piece, kiss back at meI'm shaft when I'm sistine chapeling these rap beatsDrum break for this Anglo SaxonParole bracelete, an ankle trapped inYour old basement, a base for pacifistsI know it places lotion in the basketBeautiful like Bowie in labyrinthCue the four figure salary after rentDirt broke with a shirt so dirt soakedYour folks curse so colorful at the word goCuz you're slummin' itWith a subterranean charity case and product of the governmentExperiment gone wrong, all songsDon't need a philosophical arch to come strongSongtexteVerse 2:It's the black ranger, mastodon wranglerMack all day in a black, chiffon stranglerBe gone anger, it's egon spanglerAnd he's all dangerous and cheeks all angularWord murdering, verb hurdlingNerd circling tournament winner, turning the tourniquet in a bitCursing the intricate internet syndicatesCurb my sentence, on point like a minaretFlip the cigarette, quick with the quipsQuick with those quips or you drips should quitArm-wrestling all lesser menAll estimates show that almost all of ya'll are estrogenTruth hammers and you stammerin'Dudes clamoring for Bruce banner are too glamour to handle itJeams look like caprisBut my rock box is cleanBridge:It's the wizard of word, that's what you heard, a little rev run for the customersIf it's yours you can keep it, cuz if you keep what you brought, then you got what you leave with R-O-C-K B-O-X So old school that I'm on some next Level, I cash checksANd I don't break-dance, but I do break necks! Aus Songtexte Mania