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the r.o.c. - outrage lyrics

[intro: evol, the r.o.c.]
yeah yeah yeah (what up what up)
representin’ (representin’ baby)
the originators of detroit funk (detroit funk)
we go way back, baby (heh)
the r.o.c. (oh yeah)
evol (oh yeah)
the house of krazees (oh yeah)
we go way back (oh yeah)
and all these other +++++++ (oh yeah)
ya laid back
[verse 1: the r.o.c.]
so simplistic, listen while i rip this
to shreds, no dreads, my bald head, mother++++++
want to battle? my terror rattles, drop my bombs
split atoms, somethin’ they been tryin’ to do for years
[?]
emcees your mind’s on a time zone crackin’ from
i’m like coke, you like pepsi no wave to deal with the triple threat
r.o.c., so ++++ show respect
before i hang your whole gang, don’t try deranged
i’m insane, pinpoint, the whole set implode
end up like [?], not the same old kick
from the [?]
let me sw+ng, how you gon’ change
the flow of the roc bro back in the game
so who what, who would’ve figure
x+posure would be the startin’ point of an empire ++++++
so all of y’all from this point
the r.o.c. got songs that you can smoke like fat joints
block [?] to emcees that crawl
on my way to makin’ sure you all fall, check it

[chorus: the r.o.c., mr. bones, and evol]
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
[verse 2: mr. bones]
[it’s the album ready to?] bump hardcore lyrics out your trunk
don’t play me like a punk, best believe me i’ma dunk
these lyrics in your eardrums from here to nebraska
so hot i’m meltin’ polar ice caps in alaska
disaster, raining, i’m dominating peep game
develop it daily while other suckers stay lame, put to shame
these so+called emcees and wannabes can get these
better believe i will achieve to exceed with speed
the capital m+r period pause
b+o+n+e+s [?] for all of y’all mother+++++++
cause a ruckus on the scene
stayin’ high, stayin’ paid, my american dream
deceive me never no matter how clever you think
i’m all up in your +++ brother every time you blink
i smoke newport cigs with my adidas brand clothes
got lee on my legs, got no love for [?]
ayo pump your fist like this if you be p+ssed
’cause suckers nowadays be [shiverless?], relentless
in fact, those be the ones that jack and get smacked
stealin’ rhymes fresh out my backpack
check the front page, live on stage, uh
i’m blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage, yeah

[chorus: the r.o.c., mr. bones, and evol]
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
blowin’ up in a fit of mad outrage
[verse 3: evol]
brother brother brother, who’s the man?
comin’ with the real ’cause you know we can
i’m puffin’ up all the funk we can muster
so let this new swing reach out and touch ya
[?] with the [?], livin’ in the [?]
where everything is [?] you must wake up real early
i’m livin’ on the edge puttin’ bullets in my head
times are so hard that you wanna be dead
say the marriage full of fears, your girl has no [?]
you’re workin’ minimum wage but you’re dreamin’ of a meal
we’re outraged at all the wack emcees
[?] (you mother+) [?] relentlessly
don’t wanna be in jail for crackin’ your head
usin’ that pen to write what i said, outraged

[bridge: evol]
yeah, we puttin’ it down like that
for the nineties and the future
if we see the white of your eyes we gon’ shoot ya
me and r.o.c. and mr. bones gon’ lay it down like this
one more time for ya
one more time just to blow your mind

[outro: evol, the r.o.c.]
suckers
and it’s like that
we gon’ keep it on
the whole album is tight
the whole album is tight
that’s the only way to do it, baby
you can fast forward nothin’ on this album
don’t fast forward nothin’
unlike the wack
droppin’ albums without promotion, n+gga
you in slow motion

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