James Taylor (Vocals)
James Taylor (Vocals)
Mauro Venegas (Lead Guitar)
Sarah Bacon (Rhythm Guitar)
Chris Mann (Bass)
Nick Bukowski (Drums)
Forget the fact that these guys were one of the first out of the starting blocks when a 'new rock'n'roll' developed into the UK's current crop of artrock bands. Forget the fact that despite several storming singles and an excellent self funded debut album they have been by and large ignored by the UK press and radio and have had to operate in DIY mode longer than is reasonable.
This new, 'second-coming' of the best new wave band in Britain is more than we could have hoped for. Whether it's Only Ones or Saints, Strokes, Voidoids or Modern Lovers that float your boat The Rocks will deliver for you. 'Heartbreak City' is the brand new single on Weekender Records and is their best and catchiest pop-punk yet and their excellent live show front by live-wire James Taylor is not to be missed.
As one enthusiastic promoter put it.. "No other band at the moment has their sense of theatre, their musicianship and vomits it out in the general air of chaos they conjure around them... a gig by The Rocks is no mere gig, it's a show, it's an event, it's an experience."
The Rocks are finally ready and as their Japanese label boss says:
"If it can't be understood, it's a fuck."
'The Rocks - we love them. If there's a more entertaining band anywhere in the world I haven't seen them' ARTROCKER
'Think the clash being eaten by lions. Brilliant' ROCKSOUND
'The Rocks.. quite simply, rock' NME
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The Rocks Lyrics
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This that "I ain't goin' back to them cages, them people racist"
They remind me of Satan, never gave 'em a statement
Outta sight and outta mind, bitch sent a happy belated
If you ain't four fingaz, then how the fuck we related?
Niggas eavesdropping, they double back and relay it
I can't respect ya gangsta if all your jewelry is plated
I'm really 'bout this paper, know nothing about a vacation
Stogie hella bulky, we pour up for elevation
Have patience, fuck all that waitin', where the bag at?
A half a ticket ain't satisfying, already bagged that
Them niggas'll never fit inside these shoes
They ain't marching how I march, they ain't moving how I move
Early on went to school, teacher asked was I abused?
Did I use? Motherfuckin' goon, nigga
G.O.D
Them niggas'll never fit inside these shoes
They ain't marching how I march, they ain't moving how I move
Early on went to school, teacher asked was I abused?
Did I use? Motherfuckin' goon, nigga
G.O.D
My hour glass, full of jet black sand
Ahead of my time, running with a jet pack plan
Across the globe, hoes hoping they can catch this man
Off Patrón, chain smoking on the best Afghan
Before I leave I need a few ticks
Get my needle and thread, commence the sewing up
You niggas' loose lips
Gotta keep their ears clear, use a bigger Q-tip
Snubnose like, you ain't seen a nigga do shit
New bitch, head spinning in my brand new whip
Oh shit, now that wood in her mouth, that's toothpick
Get the Mac off too quick, for you to do shit
Got bread, plus these bitches love to ride the broomstick
No short stoppin', the flow so poppin'
Like a new debit card with a platinum and gold option
That's why I'm doing my do, get what I get
Open my pot, then put some more sauce in my stew
Rock!
Them niggas'll never fit inside these shoes
They ain't marching how I march, they ain't moving how I move
Early on went to school, teacher asked was I abused?
Did I use? Motherfuckin' goon, nigga
G.O.D
Them niggas'll never fit inside these shoes
They ain't marching how I march, they ain't moving how I move
Early on went to school, teacher asked was I abused?
Did I use? Motherfuckin' goon, nigga
G.O.D
Military, artillery
Nigga I just left the cemetery, another shooter obituary
Scared man is a dead man, I ain't scary
Red mobbin', top head shotta, who you buried?
You never carried wounded soldiers off the battle field
A killer like the morning after pill, it get active here
The Red bottom sneaker box house a rapper deal
I ain't even want a queer, ye for 80 that's a package deal
TSA pat us down, blood, them crackers ill
Due to current circumstances, nigga had to drill
Crumbled on that ten piece, that niggas had to squeal
When I was broke, a nigga gangsta is all I had for real
Them niggas'll never fit inside these shoes
They ain't marching how I march, they ain't moving how I move
Early on went to school, teacher asked was I abused?
Did I use? Motherfuckin' goon, nigga
G.O.D
Them niggas'll never fit inside these shoes
They ain't marching how I march, they ain't moving how I move
Early on went to school, teacher asked was I abused?
Did I use? Motherfuckin' goon, nigga
G.O.D
In these lyrics, The Rock reflects on his rise to success and the obstacles he has overcome. He begins by expressing his pride and gratitude for his accomplishments, referring to it as a moment where he and his team have made it. He also acknowledges the discrimination he has faced and compares those who have tried to hold him back to Satan, refusing to give them any attention or acknowledgement. The Rock emphasizes the importance of authenticity, questioning the legitimacy of those who claim to be related or connected to him but don't share his values or principles.
Moving on, The Rock highlights his unique approach to life and his determination to succeed. He mentions his early experiences in school, where he was questioned about abuse and drug use, but confidently asserts that he is a true goon and individual with his own path to carve out. He declares himself as a force not to be reckoned with, as he marches to the beat of his own drum and moves in his own unique way.
The Rock then describes his desire for a fulfilling and adventurous life, picturing himself running ahead of time with a jet pack plan and traveling the world. He also references indulging in Patrón and smoking the best Afghan, indicating his enjoyment of the finer things in life. He mentions sewing up loose ends and avoiding people with loose lips who might potentially hinder his success. The Rock boasts about his new experiences and accomplishments, highlighting his ability to handle situations swiftly and effortlessly. He has money, women, and power, and he effortlessly exudes confidence and control.
In the final verses, The Rock adopts a more aggressive tone, incorporating military and violent imagery. He references his experiences in war zones and the deaths he has witnessed, establishing his street credibility. He asserts his fearlessness and intimidates his rivals, referring to himself as a top headshotta. He dismisses those who have not shared his experiences and asserts that his true identity is that of a hardcore gangster. The Rock also addresses the criticism and scrutiny he faces, including being subjected to searches by airport security, suggesting racial profiling. He ends by emphasizing that his gangster persona is all he had when he was broke, highlighting the authenticity and resilience that define him.
Overall, these lyrics showcase The Rock's confidence, resilience, and determination to succeed despite adversity. He takes pride in his achievements, rejects those who try to hold him back, and asserts his identity as a unique and authentic individual.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Timothy Patterson, Johnny Reed McKinzie Jr.
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