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letra de fuck out the rock - sean blaise

[intro:sean blaise]
oh, sh-t these punk -ss mothaf-ckas son, they don’t want it
get the f-ck up out the rock (let them know)
get the f-ck up out the rock (let them know)
get the f-ck up out the rock (sh-t) (k!ll this sh-t)

[verse 1: sean blaise]
oh, f-ck out the rock i see y’all spilling out the shuttle
bearded huddle, beer guzzle
split you like a puzzle how i do sh-t
who knew i could be ruthless
new york got me goofing, and queens will leave you toothless, oh sh-t
i’m back from school and loving it
only thing i learned was to stay away from the government
no credit cause you don’t need money to be running sh-t
the sun’s out so i’m sonning sh-t, f-ck fema
f-ck your image, f-ck the n-z- pizzeria
f-ck playland motel and f-ck the media
for giving credence to your contrived faux bohemia
modelo sippin, aim for the dome when i’m meeting you, sh-t
cause the rock’s where the real dudes at
couple screws loose, get hit back of the hat
memorial day yo, i’m sending the moratorium i’m warning them
cause i’m on a mission to bring it back (sh-t)

[verse 2: stacks the menace]
live from the rock
let me introduce the stacks man
a black man who smacks fans with backhands on tracks man
25th we in this b-tch, i’m here to make some heads turn
shout out to my n-ggas repping mott repping redfern
but the the gov is about they green like rondo
say “get out” pr-nto, we tryna build some condos
so grab your sh-t and walk off like you struck out
gentrification really means, “get the f-ck out”
but in a nice way, isn’t this a nice day
for rich kids to come through and move in where i stay
it’s all wild, dudes try to be the hardest
you can keep to yourself and get clapped regardless so
drink it in until your cup runneth over
i’m from the streets where n-ggas say “what’s up” then it’s over
got a lot of stress, sh-t i gotta juggle
now i’m spitting bars cause it’s been a real struggle

[verse 3: trisnev]
late night haitus
ocean breeze hits ya skin and the light starts fading
sand in ya hands with zig-zags we blazing
sand in her -ss shed rather f-ck on the pavement
just some young scoundrels
looking for an ounce or a pound we can blow in an hour, we know the rocks ours
we know to plant the seeds in the pot and we plotting our ascension to power
coming for the crown
kings from queens throwing the dogs in the pound with a sound they ain’t heard in a while
big ups to 50
i was raised in the city where the drugs on point and the women stay pretty
know when i’m fly that the chickies gonna miss me
this a voice from a boy
screaming for a change in an age where the kids never learned to behave
running free until i’m dead in the grave then i’m gone

[tris]
get the f-ck up out the rock (yeah) [x4]

[stacks]
told them all, get the f-ck up out the rock yo
get the f-ck up out the rock, yo
get the f-ck up out the rock, son
it’s far rock

- sean blaise

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