Tekst:
Rob Rock Move On

I've traveled every country, I've traveled in my mind It seems we're on a journey, a trip through space and time And somewhere lies the answer to all

I've traveled every country, I've traveled in my mind It seems we're on a journey, a trip through space and time And somewhere lies the answer to all

worst One, come on, come on, one (Chorus: Marc Live) Yo, yo, yo motherfuckers can't fuck with this, realness Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock

'll rob you See a nigga creep on ah come up Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves

boulders right here motherfucker These motherfucking rocks fat, Hey, at ten 'o clock I don't wanna see None of y'all little niggas up on the motherfucking

on no song Shit, like we ain't got nothin' else to talk about But you on that hoe shit Get the fuck outta my way They say they move down and side to

be down south bendin' a whore, pretendin' I'm on Thirty on eighty-five like Jay Barnes, Sean Paul Beef wit New York rappers, I'm killin' 'em all On my

Got thirty down at the bottom, thirty mo at the top All invisible set in little ice cube blocks If I could call it a drink, call it a smile on da rocks

up and see the brood of charades 'Cause I'm still living in the modern age slave trade Rapping on holy water, looking for divine order Life goes on,