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heath mcnease - rock box lyrics

[hook]
r-o-c-k-b-o-x
so old school that i’m on some next level
one for the treble, two for the b-ss
three for that melted face
spoon full of sugar make a fight break out
talk a lot but you might flake out
but daddy don’t just talk the talk
a brother break a solid concrete block when him —

[verse 1]
it’s mcnasty, mr. cl-ssy
pistol blasting, pristine rap sheet
kiss the gl-ss piece, kiss back at me
i’m shaft when i’m sistine chapeling these rap beats
drum break for this anglo saxon
parole bracelete, an ankle trapped in
your old bas-m-nt, a base for pacifists
i know it places lotion in the basket
beautiful like bowie in labyrinth
cue the four figure salary after rent
dirt broke with a shirt so dirt soaked
your folks curse so colorful at the word go
cause you’re slummin’ it
with a subterranean charity case and product of the government
experiment gone wrong, all songs
don’t need a philosophical arch to come strong

[hook]
r-o-c-k-b-o-x
so old school that i’m on some next
level, one for the treble, two for the b-ss
three for that melted face
spoon full of sugar make a fight break out
talk a lot but you might flake out
but daddy don’t just talk the talk
a brother break a solid concrete block when him —

[verse 2]
it’s the black ranger, mastodon wrangler
mack all day in a black chiffon strangler
be gone anger, it’s egon spengler
and he’s all dangerous and cheeks all angular
word murdering, verb hurdling
nerd circling tournament winner
turning the tourniquet in a bit
cursing the intricate internet syndicates
curb my sentence, on point like a minaret
flip the cigarette, quick with the quips
quick with those quips so you drips should quit
arm-wrestling all lesser men
all estimates show that almost all of y’all are all estrogen
truth hammers and you stammerin’
dudes clamoring for bruce banner are too glamour to handle it
jeans look like capris
but my rock box is clean

[bridge]
it’s the wizard of word, that’s what you heard
a little rev run for the customers
if it’s yours you can keep it
cause 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 checks
and i don’t break-dance, but i do break necks
(oh)

[hook]
r-o-c-k-b-o-x
so old school that i’m on some next level
one for the treble, two for the b-ss
three for that melted face
spoon full of sugar make a fight break out
talk a lot but you might flake out
daddy don’t just talk the talk
a brother break a solid concrete block when him —

- heath mcnease lyrics

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