Yo everybody ready, come on we about to roll, 9-8, that's Matt Strait, Aphrodelius, uh-huh,
all out, all out, rolling up pro.
All my fellas live yo, then hit the hydro, bus around flow then knock the fly hole.
Hey yo that bass line, taste fine, make you move your waist line, I spray mine, lyrics
8 times, when it comes to freestyles, I *** the mic and freak out, on my people in the
house, let me see your hands, how the aphrodelic shine, bright at night, in the limelight,
*** smell hardcore, yo, this how it sounds like, we lounge like, smoke like, sweat locks
on the mountains, flow like, water from a fountain.
This *** got you bouncing, buy your records by the ounce and, with the whole clique, smoke
thick, joints heavy like bricks, the master figures, who rhymes to kill and tend to chill,
listen to these ill bitches drilling, they talk about fast stacks plus, having a million,
nasty civilians, have patience, have you, but we are known throughout, for those MC's
and we low key, with hoodie girls OG's.
Let's roll, on one, on four, pick up that microphone, catch whack, it's on, we know,
now keep on rocking on, let's roll, on one, on four, pick up that microphone, catch whack,
it's on, we know.
Relentless, wack, disc abuser, I used to get no no's from so called women, now it's
1998, and it seems like I'm dreaming, same color, same name, but a different hood, honey's
when I flex, no doubt, they in the mood, we on soul food, what's the matter, what's
the deal, feel what I feel, my mental scarred like seal, I reveal.
Now let me run the game on the wheels of steel, represent what I feel, I put it on my people,
my clique, it's harder than the eye of a needle, you know how we go, we let the track go, from
the front door, straight to the back door, all my fellas act dope and loco, when we pick
up the phone, might be blasting bobo's.
Let's roll, on one, on four, pick up that microphone, catch whack, it's on, we know.
Now keep on rocking on, let's roll, on one, on four, pick up that microphone, catch whack,
it's on, we know.
Yo, this is RCA, JK, Sophisto represent the aphodelics clique, you know what I'm saying,
98 suckers can't wait, so Shady, just take em out like this.
We ignited the fights with the mics, bass drums and bass kicks for five nights, make my niggas
say all ***, that's the hype, listen to afros, deliver mad smash shows, smash hits that make
a hit down your system, got mad kids addicted to the chrome, let's get all eyes lit with
wild ***, you know I'm down with, rolling them up on chrome, now kick that live ***.
All the weed heads and all the rhyme bustas, to all the fly chicks and wild motherfuckers.
Let's roll, on one, on four, pick up that microphone, catch whack, it's on, we know.
Now keep on rocking on, let's roll, on one, on four, pick up that microphone, catch whack,
it's on, we know.
Now keep on rocking, let's roll, on one, on four, pick up that microphone, catch whack,
it's on, we know.
Now keep on rocking.