[Verse 1: Rocks FOE]
Yeah, meet on a mate on a day at the set
Everybody get sprayed, get laid down to rest
Man stunt like they've got a titanium chest, what's that?
I'll just take off your head, you gnat
Try run it with the greatest they get, and I
Promise you will see I'll pull a chain of events that
You don't want none of it, you're not on top of it
I'm the last prophet, king, call me Rodovic
Float on the bassline, man's on the ball
Watch a spitter get circle manouvre like Djokovic
FOE, that's who the problem is
I reduce blocks and bricks to specks of dust and nothingness
I've been a ruckus and I'll leave a spitter scurrying
Hurrying out of the door like he's coming in
I'm like "what is it? Who needs duppying?
Give me the mic and let me show you 'bout suffering"
[Hook: Rocks FOE]
Know that I'm ill on the mic
Rudeboy, can't question that
Know I've got skill on the mic
Rudeboy, can't question that
But you said that you kill with the mic
Rudeboy, I question that
But you said that you peel with the mic
Rudeboy, man questions that
[Verse 2: Rocks FOE]
Still, I'm like what kind of nonsense is this?
Man wanna stunt hard in front of the chicks
Act flashy flashy in front of the whip
Then go McDonalds, start poncing for chips
I'm like, I'm like, what kind of nonsense is this?
People hear a badboy got shot by a pig
Start coming out, they say they want to resist
All an excuse to loot for some chocolates and crisps
I'm like, I'm like, what kind of nonsense is this?
People hop on top of trains cause they want to be in
Old men lost on the wing cling onto young boys
Cause everyone forgot they exist
I'm like, I'm like, what kind of nonsense is this?
Bit of rockm, acting like you're Pierce Brosnan and ting
I'm still here, thinking that you're not hard to wig
Is that down the back of your neck? Go wash up your dick
[Hook: Rocks FOE]
Know that I'm ill on the mic
Rudeboy, can't question that
Know I've got skill on the mic
Rudeboy, can't question that
But you said that you kill with the mic
Rudeboy, I question that
But you said that you peel with the mic
Rudeboy, man questions that, yeah
[Verse 3: Rocks FOE]
Yeah, I'm like what kind of nonsense is that?
Every Tom, Dick and Harry wants to be bad
Stand in front of the mirror and rock a durag
Start popping around and let their jeans sag
Start talking 'bout shanking when it ain't lamb
Live at home with the fam and now it's called trap
What's making you think you know about that?
Nah, rudeboy, you don't know about that
So skip me with the BS
Spitters getting flipped for thinking they're the BS
Spitting like they've been killing the citizens of [?]
Making the gun sounds and give little effects
Man need to reset, it's not that season
Fam, it's long past
Everybody get down, cause I'm on task
Fam, I've got lyrics and I've sure got bars
But between me and you, [?]
[Hook: Rocks FOE]
Know that I'm ill on the mic
Rudeboy, can't question that
Know I've got skill on the mic
Rudeboy, can't question that
But you said that you kill with the mic
Rudeboy, I question that
But you said that you peel with the mic
Rudeboy, man questions that
[Verse 4: Rocks FOE]
Uh, Rocks and Darkness, pop the cartridge
Deading off kids like [?]
Get slapped out your skinny jeans and Dr Martens
Have you choking [?]
Get that coughing varnished and get settled in
Hurry up, let's settle this, I'm already in
Bang bang, everybody's gonna get it in
It's that, who told you I spare bodies?
Man back away from the FOE cause they fear of me
Eat MCs in pairs like Rick Rossy
That was a cheap one, but when I'm in properly
You talking that shit on the mic is dimmed promptly
So don't interrupt me with internet fuckery
While we're moving, this shit will get ugly
Man be thinking that I'm tripping but I'm comfy
I'm sitting here, sipping my tea, lovely jubbly
[Hook: Rocks FOE]
Know that I'm ill on the mic
Rudeboy, can't question that
Know I've got skill on the mic
Rudeboy, can't question that
But you said that you kill with the mic
Rudeboy, I question that
But you said that you peel with the mic
Rudeboy, man questions that
