T-Rock (Anthony Washington), born 26 March 1981, is a rapper hailing from t… Read Full Bio ↴T-Rock (Anthony Washington), born 26 March 1981, is a rapper hailing from the streets of College Park, GA on the south side of Atlanta. After his debut album titled 'Throw Your Neighborhood Up' circulated heavily through the streets of College Park. The album eventually found its way to Three 6 Mafia affiliate MC Mack. After an impromptu meeting was set up between T-Rock, DJ Paul, and Juicy J, T-Rock was signed to his first major recording deal at only 17 years old.
T-Rock immediately moved to Memphis and began recording. His clever lyricism and tongue-twisting style immediately endeared T-Rock to fans all over the south. Widely regarded as one of the best lyricists to ever grace a Three 6 Mafia track, his appearances were partly responsible for the platinum successes of two albums and the sale of hundreds of thousands of other albums.
After a series of disagreements between he and his label, T-Rock decided to leave the Hypnotized Minds imprint he was signed to and embark on an independent career. Hooking up with his hometown crew Area 51, T-Rock went on to release several underground classics that have sold over 100,000 copies with barely any promotion or radio play. T-Rock has worked with a multitude of artists that include Too Short, Pastor Troy, Lil' Scrappy, Bo Hagon, Gangsta Boo, Lil Weavah, Max Minelli,Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Gangsta Pat, Al Kapone, Young Buck, Macboney & AK (of P$C) and Bizzy Bone just to name a few major names.
2006 was a great year for T-Rock and his fans as it saw the release of 'The Kush'. The album features production from M.A.J. of Xplosive Productions, DJ Cree, and T-Rock himself. Guest appearances include Max Minelli, P. Dukes of Countree Noise, and his Area 51 family. "This will be my most complete album to date," states the fiery emcee, "I've grown a lot and I believe its gonna show on this album." To say the south is waiting for this release would be an understatement.
T-Rock immediately moved to Memphis and began recording. His clever lyricism and tongue-twisting style immediately endeared T-Rock to fans all over the south. Widely regarded as one of the best lyricists to ever grace a Three 6 Mafia track, his appearances were partly responsible for the platinum successes of two albums and the sale of hundreds of thousands of other albums.
After a series of disagreements between he and his label, T-Rock decided to leave the Hypnotized Minds imprint he was signed to and embark on an independent career. Hooking up with his hometown crew Area 51, T-Rock went on to release several underground classics that have sold over 100,000 copies with barely any promotion or radio play. T-Rock has worked with a multitude of artists that include Too Short, Pastor Troy, Lil' Scrappy, Bo Hagon, Gangsta Boo, Lil Weavah, Max Minelli,Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Gangsta Pat, Al Kapone, Young Buck, Macboney & AK (of P$C) and Bizzy Bone just to name a few major names.
2006 was a great year for T-Rock and his fans as it saw the release of 'The Kush'. The album features production from M.A.J. of Xplosive Productions, DJ Cree, and T-Rock himself. Guest appearances include Max Minelli, P. Dukes of Countree Noise, and his Area 51 family. "This will be my most complete album to date," states the fiery emcee, "I've grown a lot and I believe its gonna show on this album." To say the south is waiting for this release would be an understatement.
Shut Sh*T Down
T-Rock Lyrics
Seven! (Where the fuck is the weed?)
Seven, you got the weed?
Yo, is the weed here? Seven
Anchor, I want you to "beat Seven down"
Yeah, no problem
Let’s get this record started alright?
Sitting on the bus
Three nickels in the Walkman
High as fuck, loopy cadet
Bent stupor out the bullpen
Flexed it with the fulcrum, but (what)
Not quite enough
Cause if the non-factor met bad
Posture my little zone combust
The driver hates his job
I can tell by the way he keeps saying "I
Hate this fucking job" to
Every civilian that boards
I'm just happy the academy lets
Roaches ride the NTA
Cause i got a full glass
With an otherwise empty day
Citizen culprit's aim for the
Plug jesus freak lectures
But it's like "Homie, I can't hear you"
Park the traffic tryin to sharpen
Up the bear tooth
Animatronic tapeworm raid germinate
Random tantrum
So I twitch every time the "feed me
Seymour" farmers plant one
Servin' me silly or work with me
No grey area burden me filthy or kill me
Murder me quickly
Hack me to ribbons and serve me
With grit's to the sickly
Tack me to the menu with
The all you-can-eat entries
I watch with a laminated iris
Mother fuck the leeches
And contaminated sidekicks
Mother fuck the bleachers where they
Seat the vacant hybrids
Mother fuck that sacred virus squirming
Through the hi jinks
Bounce to the scarlet carpet
Bomb boombox noise activators
Sat with the fat lady and voodoo magic maker
Said "Homie do your thing"
Said "Homegirl let him do his thing
When i give the signal
I want you to stay fat and sing"
Watch your back, watch your front now
What now, shut down
Your computer face irks me to no end
Keep blowing lines in the bathroom
And I'll pretend i
Can't see the snow where your nose ends
Where their heads get gingerbread
Enjoyment for a couples (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
Then sit and wonder why
Their Brooklyn bridges buckle
I'd like to radiate basic framework and
Stress caveman symbol living from
The hot burner cookin rice and
Beans in the kitchen
It's gonna be all good, right?
(right, right, right) Right gravy
The burglar just disappears in a
Mix of Gerber babies
Deaf motivate the def, juxtaposition
(juxtaposition)
The lab rats procreate with whatever's left
Lone pledge, suck medusa nipples
Spit Stonehenge
You suck ripples and spit cookies
Stop acting like an asshole! Hot tin roof
(uh) dance with a beetle summertime
Airbrushed on a collapsible easel
When a war participant are southbound
Eagle kick the metal door off the hinge or
Peek through the keyhole television face
Camo the nerves behind a moniker
Hopped up on Klonopin and kicking
It to college girls
I'll fuck you blind but i need to
Borrow a dollar first for stoges
Cause tar and pussy's like all I
Got to look forward to
Bazooka Tooth got souvenirs for little
Fuck-ups that crash test your
Matchbox tour bus before they hit
The first truck stop kick back and count the
Casualties then sadden
Motherfucker like radio Rahim
Buying batteries
Watch your back, watch your front now
What now, shut down
Seven, you got the weed?
Yo, is the weed here? Seven
Anchor, I want you to "beat Seven down"
Yeah, no problem
Let’s get this record started alright?
Sitting on the bus
Three nickels in the Walkman
High as fuck, loopy cadet
Flexed it with the fulcrum, but (what)
Not quite enough
Cause if the non-factor met bad
Posture my little zone combust
The driver hates his job
I can tell by the way he keeps saying "I
Hate this fucking job" to
Every civilian that boards
I'm just happy the academy lets
Roaches ride the NTA
Cause i got a full glass
With an otherwise empty day
Citizen culprit's aim for the
Plug jesus freak lectures
But it's like "Homie, I can't hear you"
Park the traffic tryin to sharpen
Up the bear tooth
Animatronic tapeworm raid germinate
Random tantrum
So I twitch every time the "feed me
Seymour" farmers plant one
Servin' me silly or work with me
No grey area burden me filthy or kill me
Murder me quickly
Hack me to ribbons and serve me
With grit's to the sickly
Tack me to the menu with
The all you-can-eat entries
I watch with a laminated iris
Mother fuck the leeches
And contaminated sidekicks
Mother fuck the bleachers where they
Seat the vacant hybrids
Mother fuck that sacred virus squirming
Through the hi jinks
Bounce to the scarlet carpet
Bomb boombox noise activators
Sat with the fat lady and voodoo magic maker
Said "Homie do your thing"
Said "Homegirl let him do his thing
When i give the signal
I want you to stay fat and sing"
Watch your back, watch your front now
What now, shut down
Your computer face irks me to no end
Keep blowing lines in the bathroom
And I'll pretend i
Can't see the snow where your nose ends
Where their heads get gingerbread
Enjoyment for a couples (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
Then sit and wonder why
Their Brooklyn bridges buckle
I'd like to radiate basic framework and
Stress caveman symbol living from
The hot burner cookin rice and
Beans in the kitchen
It's gonna be all good, right?
(right, right, right) Right gravy
The burglar just disappears in a
Mix of Gerber babies
Deaf motivate the def, juxtaposition
(juxtaposition)
The lab rats procreate with whatever's left
Lone pledge, suck medusa nipples
Spit Stonehenge
You suck ripples and spit cookies
Stop acting like an asshole! Hot tin roof
(uh) dance with a beetle summertime
Airbrushed on a collapsible easel
When a war participant are southbound
Eagle kick the metal door off the hinge or
Peek through the keyhole television face
Camo the nerves behind a moniker
Hopped up on Klonopin and kicking
It to college girls
I'll fuck you blind but i need to
Borrow a dollar first for stoges
Cause tar and pussy's like all I
Got to look forward to
Bazooka Tooth got souvenirs for little
Fuck-ups that crash test your
Matchbox tour bus before they hit
The first truck stop kick back and count the
Casualties then sadden
Motherfucker like radio Rahim
Buying batteries
Watch your back, watch your front now
What now, shut down
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