Letra Rock Rock Y'all de A Tribe Called Quest original

punch> yo! we about to rock this joint, from the family. and
We want yall all to know, that it's time...

Chorus (all):
To rock rock yall
Freak freak yall
To the beat yall
Its unique yall (2x)

punch>
A-yo praise the master, make plans wit your pastor
My rapll blast ya, send you to the hereafter
I push a tractor, for horses grazin in the pasture
Ya heard I was trickin, the whole room filled with laughter
In ciphers, Im the one you don't rhyme after
You only know half of the math, it don't add up
The lead batter, my hits make ya frame shatter
Watch me now! just begun like jimmy castor
Im bad luck just like walkin under ladders
Mad rappers, book of life, last chapter
Me and my squad build just like contractors
I break shit, you only give hairline fractures
Women flash us, don't know ya better ask us
A bastard, wit more contacts than lens crafters
Tear down the rafters, venerials couldnt clap us
You need practice, hit chicks then Im casper

jane doe>
The church of scientology, feminine biology
Manic depressive psychologically, a.d.d. alive and we
Polluted by technology, the fumes and it's ecology
While your thought you was out of copy I get nastier than sodomy
Probably an oddesey, started back on robbery
Was the degree of the economy that do the sovereignty
Regarded as a prodigy, leery in sociology
Let the wallabees always conceal my gynecology
Rhymin pathologically, that's how it gotta be!
Never makin no apology, worshippin my anthropology
Fuck modesty, studyin microbiology
Causin verbal lobotomy, it's in my geneology
Six months of sobriety, movin very methodically
Like a unicorn, more ways than oceanography
Guard technology, rip shows antibiotically
True thugs bionically, give birth to criminology

words>
Yo as a youngin, I swear to God you couldnt tell me nothin
I swore I was gettin somethin, clothes or humpin
For girls with the church, slacks with some shirts tucked in
I set it up for money, my mom worked when I was cuttin
Unsigned strugglin, for the heat I lit the oven
One would by the cd, the other would do the dubbin
Before I met rob, I was in the clubs frontin
Oh yeah I know the tip, when I see him I be duckin
But now when Im clubbin, those that used to dis were buggin
Overweight chicks, spandex, they stomachs sucked in
Stay interruptin, dance and try to cut in
Told people you got in free when you really snuck in

q-tip>
We never get concerned about whos in the league
We just stay workin so no one will need
An unconcerned outsider givin niggaz feed
My niggaz puff weed but negotiate the seed
The family is granite and you can't intercede
I try to switch lanes at this operatin speed
Cats in the game be gamblin with greed
We the house, you the player and we gonna catch these
Whos the sam sneed makin microphones bleed
Poker face creed while my mind just read
Shorty got rhythm but her freak got freed
That's insignificant but this take heed

mos def>
They say Im pretty like clay is, bright like the day is
Beats from my fleet be sweet like sugar ray is
Im swingin this from bay ridge to where the oakland bay is
My game is tough to play, Im tough to weigh like your safe is
The aim is, to make you recognize what the name is
Mos def gon set it straight from where the 718 is
The place with the great superiginate the flavors
An all-star block with some all-star laymans
(turn the music down!) this is probably some haters
Achin cuz they hear us rotatin on the playlist
>from b-boy laces to detroit gators
Yo tip I got to bail, where the scale? help me weigh this...

Yo! we want yall to know...that this is the family, right?
And what we want everybody out there to do...on the dance floor...
Is get ready...because noooowwwwww we gonna...

Chorus (6x) to fade out