Bozak - Roc Marciano

Rock the rope, no joke

Bang you with the sock and soap

I’m locked in the flow

How could it be not so?

But why gloat?

Keep rocks to tote, behind the console

Y’all weak, let the Don flow

Like Don down the god throat

Cigar smoke at park slope

Car float like a wood log boat

Cook more coke, rock that couture coat

I meant well, pray the good lord know

Only did work to get more dough

Slang work, let them pitbulls roam

Through the home, cocaine slang through the nose

Music really orgasmic

The glass stick might crack a bit

Slave owner, make 'em crack the whip on they back and shit

I’m beating 'em hard, defeating the odds

Getting my feet massaged at the lodge, free of charge

While the meat get slabbed

I feel the need to discharge (uhh)

Spit these bars for grip, but this get rich scheme of ours

Ride around in the meanest cars, I seen it in the genie’s ball

Signs of the times is written like graffiti on the wall

For me to y’all, read the bars from a pimp daily

Sincerely, yours

Marc

The man, the mac

Keep my hand on the mac like Mad Max

From that I got a bad back

Gat at least a half of shack off the gun rack

Just keep where I’m at under the raps

That’s the catch ol' chap

Don’t make me go inside the backpack

Then you can hold that, lick the Bozak

G’s on the table, green sable

Squeeze, hey, you’ll catch 3 in the navel

Bleed till you start seeing angels

Scene is tranquil, learn to seem not to be ungrateful

The sheet drape you all you seen was his feet and ankles

Free the dangle like a Run DMC cable

Being strangled in the fiend angle

Clean angle riding beast stable

Let the piece fade you, rest in peace may you

When I come to repay you

Revenge is sweet like tree maple

You unloyal nigga be faithful

It will be faithful when your meets cradle

Leak tomato on the street lay you

Not be anal but you weak fables ain’t deep

Slay you and let the .38 long steam Bathe you

You lame you, peep how I came through

Show that ass a thing or two

It ain’t get your crew, and then the thang-thang blew

Man, the mac

Keep my hand on the mac like Mad Max

From that I got a bad back

Gat least a half of shack off the gun rack

Just keep where I’m at, under the raps

That’s the catch ol' chap

Don’t make me go inside the backpack

Then you can hold that, lick the Bozak