The R.O.C. - Psypher 4 lyrics

[Intro: Shaggy 2 Dope] Round everybody up - Twiztid, Blaze, The R.O.C I got a letter from the goverment The other day I opened it and read and said it was b**hes - Cold 187, Legz Diamond, Anybody k**a, Doe Dubbla and ICP A letter to the FBI [Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope] Somebody call 911 they g**nin at the mall A kid 14 and his boys from Omaha Oh lord, Oh my God hes on a skateboard FBI guy up in the tree... snore Spying on the juggalo clique for 8 months Undercover, ain't got nuttin, straight punks Waisting everybody goddamn time and money Cause you're some old out dated cops tubs and sonnies sh**-headed and nerdy, like it ain't even funny And the b**h in your a** is like bees to honey Calling juggalo a g**ner? - Outrageous Pulling ninjas over whipping out gages And the judge slams down the hammers To the big house now for you g**ner If we let this be, we'll be face to face With one man as he dictates the human race Speak outta line, they coming at a zoomin pace Kick you when you down, boots, two to the face We don't need that, so don't give in now f** the FBI it's how I'm livin', BLOW! [Verse 2: Violent J] Mr. FBI, Mr. Officer Tell me why you want me in the coffin sir Is it because I wear my hatchet tat Or cause me and my fellas got matching chat Is it because we like to hang out and be scrubs Must be thugs out here peddling d** Well let me tell ya, all that meddling does Is make us wanna leave you embedded in slugs Free speech motherf**er, check this out I want some p**y, or I'mma shot a cop in the mouth Bang, guts hang like a wicked video game It's all the same it's entertainment and it ain't for the lame They can't get us so they come for those who walk wit us Punish you for representin, make you wanna forget us That's what we get, cause we ain't corporate Self made and doing well so they damn us to hell And degrade us, that's what made us, they say the world hate us For 20 years I've been getting paid to bust Call me an old man, I call me long dick paid Young sweet baby Violent J never gets played [Verse 3: The R.O.C.] Tensions high in new america, goddamn what's all of this? So I walk around with mouth full of sh**, spittin' sh** In the face lady liberty pushing swiftly through these days In a block 300 looking like I'm straight about to bat cave Government they now investigate so uptain To windows looking too close will get you sketched, no incidental Residential neighborhoods on high alert for the insane clowns Anybody k**ing you get twisted and bound Then set a blaze and murdered dummy The Colds 187 don't just doubles every second Who's the weapon? I am the R.O.C.! A house full of skinny jeans, I'm kept in debris I'm a disease and a cure for you sick and healthy M.C.'s No resurrection from the clique, we gonna stay up underground Saluting, never letting co*k s**ers putting us youth truth The booth is a star, I walk the heavens keep it locked We gon' rob the solar system on the sh** until you stop [Hook: Legz Diamond] You can hurt our name You can't solve our game f** you and your claim We don't bang, we're family! [Verse 4: Cold 187um] I'll pull a Tec' on you quick, I would say "f** a b**h" I spit, gangsta sh**, I've been federally indicted, uh I'mma k**a from the west, don't test Blaow, 187, the psychopathic I come through, shut sh** down, no b**h up now I specialize in moving big dope and lettin' off rounds So f** the FBI, you know why they took 41 months of my life Uh, that's why I ride or do or die, hustle world wide Kick your door in, get your guap and back to the west side No witnesses, a bloody homicide Cause believe me, when I step ain't nobody gon' be left alive The type of gangsta that plays for keeps, up deep in the streets I got them bowls and birds for dirt cheep So catch me in a old school cla**ic Reppin' the juggalos and everybody down with the hatchet [Verse 5: Anybody k**a] F is for the fools, B for bringing bullsh** I is my reply so yes, I feel included Times really ain't changed, fans they says deranged Music is the devil, and the artist is to blame Juggalo I role, underground I stroll Family is forever so this family will grow I'm the FBI, Full blooded Indian Back ready to ride, native pride once again It's official, I had to go buy a new pistol Just in case I hear the pigs whistle Pull me over for a f**ing purpose Not because you worthless Feeling like a criminal because I'm spittin' verses Doctors, lawyers, dads and moms Representin Juggalo cause they know it's the bomb You can't stop psychopathic, the hatchet we jump hurdles Even if you brought Elvis from the dead is John Burroughs [Verse 6: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Don't blame me, not buildin a Bradley, it's sad to see You runnin your mouth and hara**ing the family Trying to burn down my tree, cuttin' off branches Like timber if you had it your way we'd be a cinder You're far from heroic, you can't beat the stoic look on my face As it changed from disdain to hate Why you're spittin' your pulpit, I want to see your pores spit All over the place till we're covered in all it Toxic, no cure or antibiotics You think we are so sick, we know you're neurotic A build of psychotics, that drink and smoke chronic b**h you talking all that jazz, that's so sided [Hook: Legz Diamond] [Verse 7: Doe Dubbla] Watch me blast off, laughin my a** off Callin us a gang? Y'all high off bath salts We hot as asphalt, they watchin us on every level What if they told that you can't listen to heavy metal What if they told that you had listen to the devil? f** what they tell you, we some rebels so they persecute We don't confirm the policies, so they hurt the youth Cause we free thinkin, smokin tree, drinkin They wanna catch us sleepin we ain't even blinkin f** the feds, all my life they some s**as I really think they mad, cause their wives wanna f** us The government don't wanna see me on some psycho sh** It's worse than the freeway sniper mixed with Michael Vic Now they all f**ed, wanna catch us in the twist J Edgar Hoover you can s** the motherf**in dick And we ain't stopping till you take us off the f**ing list [Verse 8: Jamie Madrox] Now I've been hustlin' and gridin' since I was new to the game Before the songs and the videos and the screamin' the name Before the diamond crusted hatchetman is swung from the chain Green to the business and all the tricks of the trade Learn to live it like I spit it, it's a family affair A million painted faces in the crowd with hands in the air All here to love us from above, and the devil rightly beneath But the evil stares and sh** talking can never compete They wanna take us out the game and even call it a gang Checking for tattoos and car stickers studyin slang Man it's amazing how ridiculous this sh** has became Hoping that pride will go away but ours is strong and insane It's only greater if anything below get heavy But the goal stay the same, put the worries in the levy People tell us everyday that we're the reason they survive The true incentive of deeper hope alive, we don't die! [Verse 9: Monoxide] I been on that - f** the law, middle finger to em all A b**h who a line stepper, or a criminal rhyme shredder Put a gun to your jaw, and make the world better But instead I just shoot for the cheddar And I can make you pearl jam and in my waist the Eddie Vedder Looking for more them a bad rapper, I'm forever Like Birdman baby, I'm so cash money And the feds wanna ruin all that, now that's funny I'll put a 5 hole in the 5-0 And I'm liable to emulate the face of a k**a for my survival Flat line your vitals, and I'm dangerous, and labeled a psycho That ain't even the reason, they wanna keep us from the mic tho My freedom of speech is what I would die for FBI's my life long rival, cross-hairs and in scope of my rifle [Hook: Legz Diamond]