Rock Stuff

(Well, the definition of 'rock stuff' is

cocaine broke down into the form of a rock

which is why we call this here cut 'Rock Stuff'

Well, everybody out there listen to this

cause Shan and I have a lot to say)

[ VERSE 1 ]

'Just say no' and 'Don't do it' is the wrong approaches

Drugs can make respected folks live like roaches

Life is a scale, drugs can unbalance it

Captivate your mind and lessen your talents, it's

Controlled by corrupt politicians

Instead of fiends they call you spies cause you're always on a mission

Modern day kamikaze killer elite

Once cast out you remain in the street

This kid named Charlie used to be legit

But he died from some messed up [edited]

Bad enough everything is so tough

He need to get up offa that (rock stuff)

(Get up offa that) (rock stuff)

[ VERSE 2 ]

Drugs is not butter, eggs is not brains

This is what you're seein, but you're thinkin cocaine

Talkin bout 'smooth criminal'

Think of what it does to a man subliminal

Forget about it - you're done tryin?

You fool, you're the egg fryin!

The cream that will rise starts from the seed

It really would help if you proofread

Shoulda never called it 'free', just plain old 'basin'

A high you never catch, so you keep on chasin

Some are not confined to a portable stem

No joke to you, but it's funny to them

That you imprisoned yourself in a breakable cell

Makin heavenly clouds with the flames from hell

Somethin's wrong, slow down, kid

Yo, you better not ever get ahead of me

You can believe what you read in the books

Like Hitler's whole Reich was coked out crooks

There's presidents, lawyers, executive mayors

At least it does benefit the tax payers

Let's play a game of blind man's bluff

Let's say 'jails, guns and handcuffs'

You're so stupid, you can see how smooth I blend it

Your locked up and chained slave days have ended

"C.O., I wanna see my kids" - that's tough

You shouldn't have been sellin that (rock stuff)

[ VERSE 3 ]

Gettin high is not an art, it isn't conventional

All the money that they're gettin and it isn't intentional

Here's some nursery rhymes that me and my son kick

So when he grows up he'll be wise to the trick

Little Miss Muffet who sat on her tuffet

All she did was beam all day

She went to reach for the lighter

With the smoke still inside her

She's been dead one week today

Mary sold all her little lambs

For this dust that looked like snow

Now Mary oughta quit

Cause she gotta have a hit

It woulda helped if she just said no

Now Jack and Jill went up the hill

To cop this half a quarter

Came back, put it down

And surprisingly found

That the sniffers had a crackhead daughter

Now remember Miss Lucy's baby?

He's now called Basehead Tim

Cause all he ever thought of

Was when could he hit the stem

He always asked people who's got em

And used his teeth to crack the top

But everybody cried when little Tim died

But he beamed till the day he dropped

These are all fatal accidents, unfortunate mishaps

Livin in bottles with assorted colored twist caps

Listen my man, it's about to get rough

You should get up offa that (rock stuff)