1. |
The Arrival
02:33
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It's L-Rocka Baby
Here I am
My arrival
It's the arrival of the most vital
Rapper that will top your idol
Classic like a vinyl of the record player
Though MP3 now is the record slayer
For the record playa, I ma stay true to my form
N that is Hip-Hop n know where I'm from
That's the gutter, the hood. I (was) raised from the bottom
To the top and I ma stay there for the moment
Won't go away till I'm dead and gone
Or til I got no inspiration for a song
Well that time is kinda far to fetch
Like dreams, some r far to catch
But I chase it, keep on like a marathon
Like a horny dude, chasing a bag of thong
Don't stop till I breathe my last breath
And it's an understatement if u say I'm the best, yes
I ma just give u 16 bars
Cause I know y'all don't listen
to lyrics anymore
For those of y'all who did
This is a preview
of what I'm gon give u on this album
Thank u for getting this
I know u will like the rest of the album
Cause I swear to god
I will not give u my half
This is my 100%
Welcome to my 8th album
And here I am
Here I Am
Stay tune
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2. |
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Intro]
L-Rocka (Da Family)
Zul Mystroe (Flow Family)
Mister Mean (XS.One)
Collabo Lets Go!!!
Chorus
Every morning I wake up, take piss n wash my hand
Take a knee n thank the man, and proceed with my plan
N make em haters say goddamn
Mayn I make u say goddamn
[LEE-Rocka]
I wake up thanking god, the all mighty Allah
That I'm fresh as a mutha being bless to be a father
To a beautiful daughter. Yeah I love her n her mother
But I still attract them other devils that wear prada
I'm the man that's in demand, By them chicks in skirt n pants
Damn it mayn, I do am a perfect freaking plan
That is hard to comprehend, difficult to understand
Cause my swag's a thousand grand, make em haters say goddamn. Damn
Chorus
[Zul Mystroe]
Goddamn i am god send. Till my body lays dead and forgotten
Maybe its just best that u listen, You gonna witness my condition
Beats from my mouth, Tricks sold out
So i grab my mic, let words roll out
Aim the top, be the champ no doubt
Rock the crowd, blast the speaker out loud
I dont stop, never will fall out, Limelight stealer what im all about
I aim to be what u came to see, Cause i am everything i claim to be
Grey yellow jello jelly beanz, Say hello to my enemies
Play with magic, word! alchemist, Always stay the best thats what it is
Chorus
[Mean]
Yung Lavish live. Do the mental homicide
On a hunna multiply 3-hunna when I slide
Go (bang bang) when I drop hooks
Just drop game and I get looks
Life of fame for the dime, dude
When I drop flames from my rhyme book
Steady gettin' money 'cos i'm all about the dough
Stackin' paper, getting cheddar, All I want is more
Give a fuck about a hater , Nah I ain't about it doe
But i'm bout it bout it, homie you already know so
Off the axis, In my glasses , I'm never switching lanes
The road to richest. To the top, I'm only chasin' dreams
Chorus
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3. |
Ready ft. FeeKee D
03:53
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Chorus
I was born ready for this
With a steady focus
U already notice
That I'm far from a novice
I'm a Rhyme pro jack. With a project for the project
Made it out the hood, but won't hesitate to go back
Yeah I'm
Ready x 4
ready for the game
Yeah I'm
Ready x 4
Ready for the fame
Yeah I'm
Ready x 4
Boay u know the name
Yeah I'm
Ready x 4
I'm LEE-Rocka Mayn
Born in this world with a hustle mentality
Life filled with tragedy n I lived to tell it
Raw rap is my game, vocal for the hood
Internationally known in ur local neighborhood
Don't misunderstand my plan, for I'm here to make a stand
For all the local rap talent waiting for a chance
To make a name for them self, with no silver spoon wealth
Grinding to be heard, Hustling with word
Chorus
Thug still thuggin to feed his family mayn
Got no cert to do work But still a family man
So if u born broke, trap or die don't live a lie
Rap or dance, pick a plan and ran with it mayn
Don't dick ride to fame, sell ur soul to (il)luminati
If u got No soul, It's useless to have a body
Come on mayn, wake up, bake up or get ur cake up
m ready to rock the stage up, rap game gon get a shape u
Chorus
[FeeKee D]
Im eveready... sumn like chargeable batteries
If yo shows aint paid, yaint doin where no penny is
And these drunk rappers aint higher than where i am is
Cuz internet Gs only shoot me where the IM is
I am this, i am that, yea im really sick of rap
The More i feed on rappers, the iller ima puke on tracks
But im eveready, lay the beats the pen n pad
Cuz my bars might cause a war sumn like whats in Iraq
Chorus
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Da Fam
One Voice
One Mic
A Tyme
L Rocka
You Know
Damn Right I Got It!
[A Tyme]
Got the city shut down Smash the power sources
We "The Clan" race' on Tracks like Justin Gatlin
Lee you know i got it uh Then we show we bout it
We get this straight core No we never tend to stop it
Haters tryna get me openly That's a show down
Kung fu hustle muscle We flexin' full time
We got extra fire You know we are hot
We got extra ego Be killin' the spot, bam
You know who we are We need no introduction
Work harder than the rest Work til we die
65 where i be at , Da Fam where i be at
Be in the race yet we switchin' the laps , pow
( So you know we got it got it )
( Swagga level hundred )
( Bitches wanna love but you haters )
( Wanna doubt it )
( Lee you know i got it )
( The city we gon' lock it )
( 24/7 we gon' play this )
( Til the morning )
Chorus
Damn Right I got it x 3
Rap game I got it
Damn Right I got it x 3
Swag game I got it
I got it
Damn right I got it, swag of a pilot
Check my flight mileage. Flyer then rocket
Spit it like I lived it, believe it, i ain't no gimmick
Skill unlimited, the exact opposite of timid
Give a minute to show u who the rawest Rap artiste
that rap hardest and flow flawless. regardless,
Of the name branding, game mending, One man bandin
Game pending? still standing, dispite all the damn hatin
I've proven enough, now is time to stack up
Rack up. Talk money or, S T F up
Papered up like I get it illegal
Keep my eyes on my money like an eagle
Every singles n tracks I made is a classic
Done evolve so I, ain't going back to basic
Rap game, I'm bout it. fame name don't doubt it
Dollar in my pocket, so damn right I got it
Chorus
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5. |
Loco
03:11
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Mayn I'm loco, Mayn U know I'm loco x 4
Man I'm loco til I'm global. Celebrate, poppin bottle
Crazy to be a mogul. Cause I'm f in loco
Crazy in the brain. Derange in the vain
Clinically insane, with a heart felt with pain
Regardless of my action, I be awesomely wholesome
Til my banana nena live in a villa in savana
Yeah Honor, im honored, To be the man of the the hour
Fight for power with power cause I'm black flag powered
Ain't from Howard or Harvard, I ain't got no cert
Graduated witha status from the state that's crime related
Indonesia is part of Asia that's gang infested
that affected the money status but not the rich n famous
I'm tired to fight it, thats why I'm crazy about it
Fight it with my own way, generate my own pay
Till they hear what I say till the day that I lay
Down 6 feet, I will go loco on a beat, go!
Chorus
Mayn I'm loco, loco, loco, Mayn u know I'm loco x 4
Mayn I'm going crazy
I'm about to cross the line
Guess it's about time
That I'm gonna loose my mind
Mayn I'm a loose screw, grew up with a screw loose
Been used and abuse all my life I was confuse
Till the day I read the news that the world is f-in screwed
My eyes open, thought spoken, it made me wise and outspoken
I became the fellow that I am today
It's because of what I see every day
money and drug addiction, Corrupted politician.
That screw every citizen till they see the mortician
Real talk, I don't care, I'm hated every where
For the things that I say, raw ish non compare
If u feel me then feel me if not then mind ur business
What I do is not a crime so I don't need no witness
I feel it, tension building as this song go on
Progresses and them asses think that I'm wrong
Call me loco, call me crazy, but I feel fine
Or maybe not, I guess I just lost my mind
Chorus
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6. |
Time Is Tickin'
03:45
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Chorus
Time is ticking and I gotta go
Look out below I'm bout to blow
No homo though, but I grind
Rain or shine, I go get mine
I go get it, get it, get it, get it all
Big dream I chase it, big deal I'll be it
Damn right I'll make it, don't u forget it
I'm a dope rhyme spitter, that quote line iller
Then most rapper, none better, dope trapper, go getta
So fella dont test, the rap Muhammad Ali.
The best underground rapper it's me most prolly
Name of the game is to blame n shame name
For fame, mayn that's lame it's a shame how game've Change
But I ma, bring it back to when it's all about lyrics
Them gimmick tryin to mimic, but none do it this sickening
This illy, no really, none did it, this good
Act silly, pack milli, cause i still keep it hood
I do it for me, not too sell cd or go industry
I do it to be heard not sign with illuminati
Refuse to be control so I refuse to sell my soul man
I ma get money, earn milli, with my own plan
Chorus
Yeah my flow rare, and I don't care
Been hot all my life so don't mind no cold stares
I'm a top stage rocka, that rock stage proper
No other, do it harder, or better then L-Rocka
So brothers, don't bother, if u want some drama.
With me like I'm Obama riding llama with Ur mama
Yeah partna i'm hot, like a sauna during summer
Yeah I do it big as a hummer doing number
I do it to state my profession for rappin
my statement for passion not fashion, No question
Talk trashin, all action, bad like mike jackson
Stop guessing unless u r asking for bashin
I ma, waste no time, grind till I'm blind
Till I'm mute or deaf or till I go no breath left
Spit rhyme of coke line, like I spit fluid
Cause rap game I Nike it, yup I just do it
Chorus
Hook x 2
Rocka gon get it all
Da Fam gon get it all
One Voice gon get it all
One Mic gon get it all
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7. |
Trap & Hustle ft. Aris
04:34
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I'm on that, raw ish, crowd on that mosh pit
Hot ish, Nothing been this hot since pac did
Did it back then, raw as I is though
For ur info, non did it better then me so
Smooth with it, do what it do with it.
Homie who kiddin, kid like a fool ain't it
N if u think that u is better then prove's needed
N if u ish ain't authentic then move gimmick
Move aside, to the side, the left or the right side
Leave the middle spot for me cause I'm the best right
Test I, then u gonna leave with a black eyes
Green eyes, envy at the MVP, me
Listen as my, punch line hit ya,
Word play genius, I spit greatness like guinness
I pay no mind to them same old line
That lame old whine, from them haters of mine
Chorus
I'm the best, the 1st, Second is a curse
Third is worst, cause they ain't got the thirst
To trap n hustle, I trap n hustle
I'm a trap hustla doing a trapsta hustle
I Trap
I Hustle, I Trap x 3
I Huslte
[Aris]
I gotta trap n hustle
everything that comes outta my crappin muscle
Grab n guzzle, down a bottle a liquor to sound stupider
so unique you'll think i'm from jupiter
totally out of this world surely comparable to none
my parables have come to be the pinnacle of the lyrical, ridicule,
belittle those who say i ain't a beast I dont aim to please,
I just came to seize, this time to be one of the greatest MCs with a fatal disease
as cool as an arowana, sort after like marijuana
I dont wanna be a fake dragon like an iguana
I got a constant thirst to be first
feel the pressure risin higher and i'm ready to burst
at times i come in 2nd and i get silver
coz i gotta bang her, let her cum first and quiver
Yeah ladies first, And when u play this verse
U know that i'm always gonna be the last from reverse
Chorus
I hustle my tracks like stack of white packs
Trap my dope hits like dope on the street
Make hits till my track start spinning on the radio
I'm ready though, I know the radio ain't ready fo
Me at all, still I stand tall.
Looking down on them haters that wish my down fall
Fall down I never, cause those humble don't fumble
Done struggle all my life in this concrete jungle
I hustle, I trap, I create hot tracks
Make hot rap that sell like hot crack
On the pots of pyrax, I remain the hardest
Working rap hustla that make a living by killing
Competition on a wax, no debate on that
Don't hate on the great one, go hate on wack
Rappers that just talk cow dung in the air
I still smile at y'all like how come he don't care
Chorus
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Chorus
One voice one mic
We rock the party alright
One voice one mic
We rock the party all night
I rep that ONE
I rep that VOICE
i rep that ONE
I rep That MIC
D A F A M recognise the name
Recognise the faces cause u know we going places
Anyone who test us get send out like addresses
If u claim u the best n we r the bestest
No such word, well we here to make em
If they still sleeping on us it's time to wake up
here to make dough ain't talking bout bakery
We talking bout monitory real life monopoly
Crew's filled with true cool dude
Young hot diva that be tempting dudes tool
Not on purpose but they hot like that
Like Efa once said we dope like that
Fools beware cause we here to upgrade
The game that seems to stuck on a same state
Here to make headline, make the front page
If u still lack behind homie get an update
Chorus
Make it or break it, that's the motto
Make hits n take chips, ain't no nacho
Hard body music, call it macho
Here to get it in, in Malay, masuk
We great, fated to be, born to be
We do great music like it ought to be
Sound like this u will never find
N to beat us u must be outta ur mind
I'm not stupid, here to be paid to be made
To be notice, I'm fully focus u know this
No rookie in this rap game I'm a novice
Kick ass with my words so call me chuck Norris
They say patient grows thick with time
But I'm impatient cause I don't wanna waste no time
Call it greed, or ambition with my need for speed
To fame cause one voice one mic we the ish!!!
Chorus
Chaz Ali, u know he reps that (ONE)
Miskz Efa, Yeah u know she reps that (VOICE)
FeeKee D, Yeah yeah u know he reps that (ONE)
Jidda Jidda, Yeah u know he reps that (MIC)
Yeah, Wills Invasion, they rep that (ONE)
Dual Flavaz, yeah u know they rep that (VOICE)
Flip and Fai, Yeah u know they rep that (ONE)
Mr Chan and Ramona, they rep that (MIC)
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9. |
The Departure
04:59
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Ladies n gentleman
U have reach the end
of the album
80 bars of pure lyrics
Strictly for the hip-hop heads
It's my departure, but not my last good bye
Cause I won't let u down till the day I die
Cause I'm here for a cause, here for a reason
If u need me to explain, here it is, listen
I'm basically a guy that try to make it big
Stand out from the crowd, as a leader not a prick
But lately I cause much hatred make me sick
Though I receive so much shit but they won't make me weak
It give me more power, with the hate u shower
Diss me every day, hour on the hour
I love it, sniff bull shit like scent of flower
I'm hook to disses, addicted like coke powder
Don't wonder, what don't kills me makes me stronger
A dick, diss turns me on, watch me grow longer
Some take critic painfully like a torture
Treat haters like a mythical creature, a monster
Well don't, they just a bunch of loose lips
In da hood, loose lips sink ships get pistol whip
So stay in the zone stay focus, stay strong
U will be strong if u decide to hold on
Go on, keep chasing dream with hard work
Don't pray and hope cause those shit won't work
Though one god exist, praying won't do u shit
He won't help those who don't do they own shit
Well I, live with my own belief
Got my own stress n my own way to relief
My self. Been lied to, set up n deceive
With those shit I receive, I still got love to give
U say god is forgiving, so is me
So nothing u can do to forfeit me
And There's nothing that give me a weak knee
Cause I don't smoke crack like bob or whitney
Im cool, know As a gentleman
I'm a jewel, buried by bank of sands
I Ma pull, myself together then
I Ma rule the game with my mental plan
My blueprint, like jay-z, I got 3
If all else fails ,at least I still got me
I Ma plan and make more as long as I breath
Stay on course toward my dream, no i won't drift
Away, some ass distract, Nicki minaj
But I won't live life a dream, live a mirage
Focus on my team, not my entourage
Work on my dream like a car in a garage
Built it slow n steadily bits by bits
A dollar at a time, patiently I waits
For a good result, I know i'll achieve it
Cause this talent I have is born with, not gifted
Don't say u feel me if u ain't my girl
Don't say u a king when u don't run the world
If u don't bust a rhyme and got no flip mode
Is Like having a girl but don't know ur dick stroke
I know, it must be painful to hate me
Cause I'm on my 8th album, u barely have 3
Tracks on ur arsenal, or archive
Say u sorry now but it's too late to apologise
Like one republic, I do this one for the public
U ask god what to do, I solve it with logic
Call me what ever, trash or a garbage
But I know I ain't one cause I have done enough shit
Lyrically incline, rap in my prime
Now is my time to rise n outshine
Call me wack all u want I'll be fine
Cause I can kill ur whole track with just one line
My 16bars is better then ur rhyme book
ur song can't even compare to my last hook
So here's 80 bars to demolish ur life dude
Or at lease live life in fear, live ur life shook
Step up my game? Nah I Ma keep the bar there
To catch up to me, u ain't even half near
So if I'm wack then u ain't shit right here
N if I'm terrible, that just mean I'm feared
By all u dude So keep running ur mouth
I still be alright despite all ur doubt
Cause all I have is time to clear all this cloud
But I don't give an damn so get the f out
Give u the whole alphabets except for one letter
Between E n G cause I don't give an F. I
won't move cause with no fear I stand
Strong for y'all haters, so here I am
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LEE-Rocka Singapore
A Muslim Chinese Rapper that focuses on spreading Positivity and Optimism. A member of Battle Axe Global, a Movement that consists of Artistes of all forms from Musicians to MMA Fighter. A positive movement that focuses on Unity and Positivity.
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