Celebration
Team ROC Lyrics

What you think you like me? you ain't like me motherfucker
The singer questions the likeness of the listener to him and asserts his superiority.

You a punk
The singer insults the listener.

I been with made people, connected people
The singer boasts of his association with powerful people.

Who you been with? Chain snatching, jive-ass, maricon motherfuckers
The artist questions the association of the listener with petty criminals and insults them.

Why don't you go get lost
The artist asks the listener to leave.

Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or something
The singer suggests the listener to leave and do something else.

You're now tuned into the greatest
The singer asserts that he is the greatest.

Motherfuckers can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us
The artist boasts of his invincibility and domination.

Can't touch it, fuck it, can't see em, try to be em
The artist is untouchable and cannot be replicated.

Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th wonder
The artist boasts of his successful shows and greatness.

Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under
The singer is versatile and adapts easily while being strategic.

Face one up, to take over, the break's over
The artist is ready to take over and shows his strength.

Nigga I'm the god MC, me, Jay Hovah
The singer asserts his superiority and connection to God.

Shit knocking, almost a crime, get Cochran
The singer's music is so good that it could be considered a criminal offense.

Banging to the hearse where my doctors hand
The singer bangs his music even in his death.

Hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away
The artist is proud of his past crimes and getting away with them.

They want to see me pay, motherfuckers better ride
The artist is ready to face his enemies.

If they try to plant, under the seat of my car
The singer anticipates being framed.

Even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes
The singer will not let law enforcement plant drugs on him.

Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper
The artist will not associate with fake women and unoriginal rappers.

Rep ya game pros
The artist encourages people to represent their skills.

We celebrate this, while you sitting back screaming you hate this
The artist celebrates his success while his detractors oppose him.

Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix
The singer challenges his detractors and asserts that he is more powerful.

Spitting sperm inside of latex
The artist is vulgar and contentious.

You get, no respect like a child rapist
The singer insults people who do not respect him.

Delegate this, men just giving face lifts
The singer does not delegate work and insults those who do.

Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus
The singer insults career criminals and boasts of his success.

Nor Caesar's, the CIA flooded my block with diseases
The artist posits the involvement of the CIA in spreading diseases on his block.

Informants, heating the spot up like global warming
The artist asserts that informants are dangerous.

Who start shit? my style is laced with arsenic
The singer has a dangerous style.

Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless
The singer is hard to detect.

I know you want to see me wasted
The artist anticipates being disrespected.

You call the order, I'll be in hell
The artist will not back down.

Team Roc sweater and ice water
The artist is proud of his affiliation.

Righteous, dominate the global, my life's a novel
The singer asserts his dominance and his life story is worth telling.

Blazing in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals
The artist's music is iconic.

Y'all niggas is local but that's evident
The singer disrespects local rappers.

I'm resident evil, moving like ?
The singer is evil and mysterious.

Millionaire that flow like water, rap niggas running
The singer is wealthy and talented, and other rappers are running scared.

I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya
The artist disrespects other rappers.

Point the mac at yea, niggas caught up
The artist threatens violence.

Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture
The singer was raised in the rap game and his rhymes are painful.

Like a compound fracture, can't fuck with it
The singer's rhymes are hard to compare and superior.

For the love of sex money and drugs
The artist is motivated by sex, money, and drugs.

Affiliated with the sets tecs honies and thugs
The artist is affiliated with gangs, technology, women, and criminals.

Let the four power, rain on niggas like a spring shower
The artist is powerful and reflective of nature.

And bring flowers for the bodies that surround us
There are many dead bodies around the singer.

If you was looking you found us
The artist is easy to find.

Moving with speed, tried to play superman
The singer moves quickly and superhumanly.

Ended up like Chris Reeves
The singer compares his enemies to the tragic fate of Chris Reeves.

Paraplegic, precise minds like the Pharaoh's of Egypt
The singer is analytical and similar to the great Pharaohs of Egypt.

Shot through a barrel niggas narrowly weaved it
The artist's enemies almost avoided him but not quite.

Keeping my team top seeded with the sweet 16's
The artist's team is competitive and successful.

Bulging out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded
The singer brags about his manhood and loves to smoke weed while riding a bike.

Holding, ? shots with you like a secret
The singer is holding a secret that he is willing to use violently.

It's like a story never told, but believe it
The artist has a lot of secrets that are unbelievable.

Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker
The artist is a street legend and is quick to use violence.

Lick a round, niggas hit the ground like Sanka
The artist is skilled with guns and his enemies are easily defeated by them.

I got ya screw face in forty-two ways, aim better
The singer is always prepared and is always ready to win.

Than toothpaste, Jerry McGuire
The artist is richer than toothpaste and references the movie Jerry McGuire.

Run up in your spot with a few eights, zoning
The singer will intrude violently on you with a couple guns.

Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin
The singer and his crew are known and embrace their sins.

Four shots spin ya like chrome rims
The singer's bullets can spin your body like chrome rims.

Put a part right through your dome like the omen, foaming
The artist's bullets will go through his enemies' skulls.

White sheets got ya wrapped like a roman
The artist's enemies are being buried in white sheets.

Back in new york, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny
The singer has sex appeal and humor.

Niggas is cartoons, picture styles that's fully developed
Other rappers are unoriginal and childish.

Like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon
The artist's rhymes and hits are as big and powerful as hitting a fat bear with a harpoon.

Heat-seeking, grill hunting, still fronting?
The artist is skilled and ready to hunt and destroy his enemies.

Keep squeezing, fuck it, I leave the whole street wheezing
The artist is deadly and will leave the entire street out of breath.

No motherfuckers hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail
The singer's enemies want him to fail.

Got em scared to drop like soap in jail
The artist's enemies are afraid and weak like prisoners dropping soap in jail.

Yeah, there you have it
The singer has completed his rap performance.

Just think of ours as can't be touched, tested, whatever
The singer and his crew are untouchable and cannot be challenged.

Never disrespect this thing of ours
The singer's crew is to be respected.

Roc-a-fella family
The artist is a part of the Roc-a-fella family.