dry Just hold the line (hold the line) Life's a journey til the end of time (hold the line) And soon the sun will rise Just hold the line (hold the line
Vertaling: Rob Rock. Hou die Line.
crime, bullets ricochet Constantly inclining them faggots need some reminding Split your coat lining, Crack bone marrows having that ass crying Rob shit
niggaz get evicted And videos wit white boys talking you get Wicked Natural Born Killa, nigga you natural born God Look, read listen, got the nerve to say you rob
Philly niggaz is, whoa Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is, whoa Memphis and lil' rock, my niggaz is, whoa Panama niggaz they hold me down like, whoa My New York peoples they hold
ghetto word play, Take shit back to the days of K Day. Ready rock, Babylon to test non-stop, World domination, fuck curb-servin blocks. South Pacific, scientific cause panic, Spit lines
t a hoo-banger (hoo-banger!) No color lines make dimes, it's color blind And I ain't trippin' cause your rag ain't bright as mine Let's rock t-birds up
store before they close up Buy a few 40s, ?cause daily I get to' up Sit at the crib and write riggy riggy rhymes Line after line after liggy liggy line
in the mirror - ain't no facin it Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold We all over the streets
and you, see I'm just like you Except I rock the mic and you work at a dot com Or maybe you're a critic Tryin to say the same line, but what it doesn'
Swingin a Bat-man, and Rob-in those that are fine BACKDRAFT! Engine engine number seventeen Mic the gasoline to pass the team and lead us to the finish line
be first The projects is front lines and the enemy is one time I ain't gotta tell you it's right in front of your eyes Yo, the heavy metal king hold
] All the flossin' on the town'll (Get ya rob) You be splurgin' all ya cash'll (Get ya rob) I heard trickin' with all them broads'll (Get ya rob) And
likeness 'Cuz possibly clones'd try to do it like this Fathom this lyrically fabulous vocabulist Hold mic like four fifth and lick shot somewhat like Pete Malik rock
and out the alley We call it medicine thats what u need when you get sick Sometimes it's hard rock sometimes it's white pearl brick Across, across the state line
Knowing the wisdom and the knowledge, things is never clear A hundred and eighty degree angle, straight line, bridge Naked asylum, strangle this kid That man move got rocked
see their doom Coming straight from the dome where I roam it's a job to Rob and steal and runnin' from the coppers Who hold a, boulder, turn the gun
