Rock For Y'all - Jr & Ph7, J-Scienide, Supastition

Ladies and gentlemen, this is for the crate diggers

The real DJ’s scratchin', mixtape niggas

With black Timberland and hoodies, chain swingin' cats

Who specialize in broken slang English

Microphone fiend shit, rhymes so distinguished

Even the way I rhyme, got a B-Boy lean to it

I’m east Carolina to the core boy

So you might notice how the flow got a southern swing to it

Don’t riff with me and J

I swear you must’ve had a whole fifth of E&J

You’re crazy drunk, I blaze these punks

Keep their heads in a souvenir box next to my 80's dunks

I’m so thorough and built for this business shit

It’s no question, who is the shit

It’s Supa

The bad man from N.C. that’ll crush y’all easy

And beef ain’t somethin' that you want, believe me

«You got’s ta, keep rockin', keep rockin'»

«Do yo thang»

«Rock rock on» — Bahamadia

«You got’s ta, keep rockin', keep rockin', keep rockin'»

«Rock rock on»