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JOHN BLAKE AND CHRIS RENNE DO WORK

by John Blake

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Hi neighbors, from my hood to yours Got our strut on, hand to handle, open the door Beat knock for us, don’t get startled when you see us Blake all in Black, Renné a damn genius What yall heard about us, thought we was crazy Don’t judge a book by its cover, open and maybe Pages come alive, you’ll see how we arrived For now, if you got it light it, enjoy the ride (huh) We sky flying, hovering cumulus clouds Hugging air like a Lear, we ain't coming down If we did though, palm trees eat-in dem mangoes Ladies walkin’ wit open toes, you know the sandals Sandy white beaches Azul agua Mai tai’s and Mohitos Time to tear it down, but (uh) Though our heads in the cloud We rollin down the window, rockin the beat loud Rock The Beat. Rock The Beat Loud. Is ya system on blast? Speakers bout to pop? Pushing down the gas, don’t care if you getting stopped Amped, like ya bass and ya tweeters Stamped, I'm the door man, holding your hand, nice to meet ya Renné in the DJ booth, true, true Blake, I'm escorting you, true true Looking so fine, with your heels, dress showing your spine Curves so deadly, call it the autobahn Mon’, I wanna watcha durty wine, baby Crowd party hoppin/ evil eyes jockin’ Beg my pardon, stage is steady callin Ying to my yang, whispers something haunting Yeaa, barely can understand it No problemo, heart feels the tempo Yo enfuego, just like we planned it Gon’ rock it, right to anotha planet! Rock The Beat. Rock The Beat Loud.
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Who that, the rhyme tru-est/ the flow cool-est/ my moves flu-id/ And those pro-test/ forgive me Can't understand the man, devised a plan To put er'one in line like a check stand Follow me, the leader, I ain't scared to reach ya Teachers said don't stop, till you meet your equal I responded like, and if I do? I gotta push past'em, that was my answer Sick like cancer, reality is I bring back quality yall betta acknowledge me Live with regrets I have no apologies Just being me, picked like the lottery Aimin' for the sky high Still leaning low, when I be ridin' by And, time is just flying by Im pass portin' you pass when Im scoring (ha) Who am I, the Gemini John Blake Crazy eyes, staring off into space Came to find, I got what ya'll need Hypnotic rhythms mixed with Hennessy Everybody sit down at the round table Break bread, talk facts, and not fables I blaze tracks cause thats what im able To do, no Haitian voodoo I'm more Zulu, if you tracing my roots These dudes have no clue, they straight cartoons Characters of caricatures, get drawn out Hog tied, laid out, an getting tossed out Can't feel for ya, I'm numb to it The Novocaine came, overcame the shame Ice cold, the cold blooded, my mics gold Ya fools gold, yea straight frontin Dastardly, I move with rapid speed A bull when I lock, no Keanu Reeves A bull when I rock, cock the hammer squeeze Please, don't tempt me, im deadly Who am I, the Gemini John Blake Crazy eyes, staring off into space Came to find, I got what ya'll need Hypnotic rhythms mixed with Hennessy
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I do it for yall, I do it to death What I do in this life, will carry on to the next One, on to the next text book Look at the pics of the man in that booth Uncouth the characteristics is legit Scrolls and parables, link him to a myth Half man, half amazing, half poet, half blazing Motivating, in moving your spirits You can't understand me Me call it what you want, living the legacy By any means, I mean to be mean on beats And find the meaning of me, naw'mean? Every Cipha, every mic I rock ya More like rock'em sock'em, bop'em Drop'em no bungee and bounce ya Pounce ya, El Tigre, I trounce ya! We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus) We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus) We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus) Jersey Bring That Ruckus We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus) We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus) We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus) Jersey Bring That Ruckus That's Dope What I do, is incredible, in mono, or in stereo What's the scenario, go for girls that look edible No cannibal takeover like Hannibal Cannon ball, ka-boom, blackout the room Make speakers go pop, like balloons Only "Pop" I like is with milk, dude Yall milk duds, emphasis on the dud While yall drinking, bud I am wiser, Than three wise men, damn Apocalyptic, four horse-man Getcha game up, for the games up Time out, naw I'm over time, which means I'm on my grind Over-shine, beginning of time The Big Bang, no theory, I slang silly Not rocks, drop flows, like stocks, in the big city We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus) We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus) We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus) Jersey Bring That Ruckus We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus) We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus) We Bring The Ruckus (Bring that Ruckus) Jersey Bring That Ruckus Verse Hi Haters, I'm not Hiatus You lack patience, but boi im past playing All Vic's on the mic, dawgs start aching Have you speaking dumb, like ya names Troy Aikman (huh) I'm nasty not flashy Flash me, t****'s are thrown at me Catch me, if you G'damn can Im on my Tiger Style Wu-Tang Clan Yea, Renné turn me up I don't beat beats, I f*** them s***'s up This is what I do On my down time, downing the Pabst blue Upload the video, yep on you tube Crackheads get a shot, well me too Done with the remix, here's another fix for your ass And I'll holla back, where the f*** is my glass
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Stay focus, it stays on my mind/ I keep choking, hoping, I’ll be fine Metaphors becoming more real/ got the blues of a Tar Heel, but I gotta shine Light beams are starting to dissipate, embrace the bed in which I make/ and I say Now I lay me down to sleep/ only happen when I stop rappin’ and deceased/ Body decompose/ Suit and a tie, at the funeral home/ Who would’ve known/ guess I did, so I wrote this song Not a psychic or reader of the palm Lost a sidekick, aint talkin bout the phone Apart of me is gone, but I gotta carry on Like the words of the Psalms, or the Holy Koran Shalom, for the folks, we all going home Please, oh please, oh please, take this pain away We give, so much, so much, yet we slipping away Ohhhh, Ohhhhh Mas-ter of Ceremonies, this is my test-i-monial In-con-ceivable / live and let live, but fools in considerate An Illegitimate, I'm too ill to quit/ Don’t stop, get it (get it) Eloquent in the wordplay, when my words spray, hurts you in the worst way, hurray Here/ my fear is not of falling, but of ya’ll not hear hear the the calling Can you hear me now? was my signal down, like them towers fallin’ Death ain't a wish it’s a damn fact/ wish for a life, cause you ain’t comin back My life is the mic, so ya’ll got me back/ My life is the mic, so ya’ll got me back

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Recorded and mixed at Castle Studios, NJ (Except for Incredible Hulk, mixed at Electric Lady Studios in Manhattan, NYC.)

A Blake Renne Production.

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released March 15, 2011

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