Rock the Dead
Wake up
move to the sky
Play the wicked shit
and the dead will arrive
Space and beyond,
mind of an idiot
I stole your head stone
from your grave rock
Consience and confused
See tomorrows
dreems on tonights news
Fallin through a hole in the
sky will I die?
And over time of the sight love and lie
Slippin in the darkness
walkin through my consience
Like an android I remain heartless
Underground the mental know me well
Bring it through the bright
lights in the depths of hell
Walkin through the time flux hand in hand with clear mind
Thoughts are harmonious like the rhythm of wind
chimes Peel back the rind and examine the fruit
Rotten to the core burried in they best suits
Maggots crawlin out they face eyes sunk in they head
Throw your fuckin arms off and rock the dead!
Wake up
move to the sky
Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive (2x)
Grab me a mic and rank me one to ten
And all we want to do is ROCK THE DEAD
So many thoughts runnin all through my head
But the only one that's clear is ROCK THE DEAD
It's like AH I can't even take it no mo'
Release the stress from my jacket and let me go
Ill medicate, got my whole body shakin
Thinkin of escapin but they gonna keep on chasin
I'm facin off in the world in the planet Nigga hoe,
burried alive like bill god damnit
It ain't a livin thing it's a no fuck givin thang
Bring the pain,
and I'ma bleed with tha rain
Insane when I leave this bitch
I got the whole world screamin out
YOU AIN'T SHIT
It could be the wrong ones you can bet
I know you can't hide your face 'cause I'm commin for your neck
Get hot, under plot, what you got
Shoulda cut your head off, on the spot
A whole pile of dead bodies, I'm on top
Me and my man rockin the dead like, UH, none stop
Wake up
move to the sky
Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive (2x)
Grab me a mic and rank me one to ten
And all we want to do is ROCK THE DEAD
So many thoughts runnin all through my head
But the only one that's clear is ROCK THE DEAD (2x)
Think about it one hundred years ago
it was all different people livin on the planet
Now they dead, two hundred years ago
it was a whole nother posse
Now they dead,
the dead probably out number the living ten thousand to one
One hundred years from now,
we'll be dead SO FUCK THAT,
I will run with tha motha fuckin dead
Got my vision on you point blank range
Strange and I'm commin 'cause I'm in all black
and I'll be rockin with the axe
It'll be daylight, then I'm livin cemetery watchin,
grave diggin
Sacrafise another victem
You can hear me screamin through the trees in the woods
Hang myself on a higher branch if I could
Gotta get me out,
gotta get these pieces of gump outta my head
So I did, ROCKIN THE DEAD
Some of my best friends are dead
If you include
Monoxide, Violent J, Shaggy, and Evil Ed
Serial killaz from the west and the east
And all the dead motha fuckas from here to grave street
Fuck it if your missin some limbs and some patches of hair
Nod your bald headed throw your nubs in the air
I want to see zombies jump and screem aloud
And kill every live motha fucka in tha crowd
Wake up
move to the sky
Play the wicked shit and the dead will arrive (2x)
Grab me a mic and rank me one to ten
And all we want to do is ROCK THE DEAD
So many thoughts runnin all through my head
But the only one that's clear is ROCK THE DEAD (2x)(keep repeating)
