(lyrics are written by Shad)
Rock to it, a free free to it, to the beat to it this is how we do it 

Shad concocts plots and perfects clever scams 
you can't find a better man in a Eddie Vedder Jam 
MC's can't see the flow, unbelievable 
we set records even when the needles broke 

don't need the dough, asking more bang for your buck 
the only lands that Canuck that can't handle a puck 
played penalty killers skillfully pass and poke-check 
when black flows jet there's more cash than OPEC 

correct ex-cons exploit the oil field 
of the inner city some day I hope the soils heal 
I toil building a dream where my future can stay safe 
a place where I never have to move it or vacate 

physically I'm not in great shape cause I placate 
and dont consume greens besides whatever grass my steak ate
the fakes keep fronting but I just don't care 
wearing forces is the only time I put on air 

I spit a hard-hitting verse, when I'm spitting it hurts 
I never shift into first, yet alone put the whip in reverse 
my free-styling's like a gift and a curse 
I'll stick with the verse, they gotta think I've written it first 

and plus my skills and sounds thrills the crowd 
I can fill my mouth with prozac pills and I still get down 

rock to it, to the free to it, to the beat to it, its unique music 
rock rock to it, a free free to it, to the beat to it this is how we do it 

now whether on stage or in the studio space 
we spool in cats to the game it's just the usual case 
I'm like you wanna learn to flow homie move to the bass 
and if you wanna make dough homie move to the States 

I see suckers and style and musical taste 
when we step on the stage and flash their futiful face 
the honies hearts beat above a suitable pace 
showing the super stylistics very few could replace 

I'm that ill rap scholar never sweat the finances 
just taking out a bank loan as big as my camp is 
these MC's need to stop taking their chances 
why scrap when you know my arms stronger than Lance's? 

touring France with these mad rappers locked in their stances 
they thought they had a move until I blocked their advances 

I'll be low key chillin, rhymes filling the whole sheet 
feeling down loading on sizzlon so seek 
students slash rappers songs dealing with no sleep 
I'm still a cold thief when I'm stealing the show peeps 
get out this young brother with doubts 
my tongue smothers the whack 
the dub never uncovered the traps 

so I'm trying to give light through these mic devices 
not that I'm perfect only christ was vice less 
but there's too many dealing with the lightning crisis 
all I want's a warm home and a wife thats righteous 

we gonna get there y'all we gonna rock to it 
we gonna rock to it, we gonna rock to it 
we gonna rock to it, a free free to it, to the beat to it, its unique music 
rock rock to it, free free to it, to the beat to it this is how we do it 

unlike the bismarck I write rap tunes in the bathroom 
my influence is a black moon and pat boon 
I roll with a whole platoon of phat goons 
who keep the hair on their backs groomed with a vidal sassoon 

pick up the phone just to get the tone 
my bicep claim I gotta leg ups, so when I walk the talk I high-step 
as a fetus I kick rhymes upon their skans 
even back in 82 my ultra-sound was the jam 

I just rock to it never get forced into nothing 
but words like a mullet-cutting short on the front end 
y'all life's more than cake, no offense to the ballars 
but we all pay too much attention to dollars 

brainwashed now I'm still learning how to be me 
worth millions, I'd rather be free, uniquely 
no, I may never know [bad word] 
If I make it home well maybe then I'll meet me 

just a capital beat boy lik