Lyrics:

Yeah, let's take it back in the day, you know what I'm sayin'
How we used to do it
You know what I'm sayin' EZ Rock?
Alright
Can I make it hot y'all? (Yeah)
Can I bring the house down? (Hell yeah)
Can I make it hot y'all? (Yeah)
Can I bring the house down? (Hell yeah)
Oh my God, now here it is
Well it's the Funkadelic rebel
Takin' rap to a whole new level
Now if you don't know by now you ain't never gonna know
You can't freak with the funky one's flow
When I get mad you better sound the alarm
Because I'm about to drop some shit like a bomb
The madness is getting spreaded
MC's will start foamin' from the mouth and crews get beheaded
I never let nobody on this Earth stop my flow
'Cause this is my motherfuckin' turf
Sometimes the voices in my head
They make a brain vein bust, and then I gotta crush
I do the type of things that niggas do
Like rip up tours and take yours, you know what's up with my crew
When I get mad crews try to take my style to the hardcore tip
But Rock is still Rip
I break crews with the funk I drop
I'm on a mission of disaster, here's the new master
Just because you talk about guns and fuckin' others
That don't make you a real hardcore brother
Can I make it hot y'all? (Yeah)
Can I bring the house down? (Hell yeah)
Can I make it hot y'all? (Yeah)
Can I bring the house down? (Hell yeah)
The funky bass is comin' through
Droppin' shit like there was no tomorrow, bringin' pain and sorrow
I break rappers like construction
I lace my Timbs and hit the road in all black and keep truckin'
My flow don't stop 'cause I can't be locked
I'm on top and I'm spittin' out rhymes like a Glock
The funky bass the name of the crew
So I wreck place like a hurricane came and took place
Feel the power as I get mad wicked
It takes more than two this time for me to kick it
I kick rhymes like a killer in prison
If I don't hit 'em, then EZ Rock is gonna get 'em
Check my status, it's the baddest of the baddest
The baddest of the baddest and the madness of all madness
Many have tried as they tried to stop my flow
My wicked shit, man, why man, I don't know
I do know chop-chop
MC's heads are gonna roll when the funky bass drops
Can I make it hot y'all? (Yeah)
Can I bring the house down? (Hell yeah)
Can I make it hot y'all? (Yeah)
Can I bring the house down? (Hell yeah)
I show no mercy when they curse me
I've been gone so long, I'm comin' back mad thirsty
Lord help me control my rage
Get off the stage
You couldn't harm me with an army
Crews thought I was Saddam Hussein and tried to bomb me
I'm hittin' switches, changin' pitches and givin' stitches
And choppin' off heads on rap snitches
Check my style as I lay it
It's like a flamethrower burnin' up suckers as I spray it
This year, that's my word, I'm gettin' paid
I'm wipin' out crews and survivors are gettin' slayed
Can I make it hot y'all? (Yeah)
Can I bring the house down? (Hell yeah)
Can I make it hot y'all? (Yeah)
Can I bring the house down? (Hell yeah)
Can I make it hot y'all? (Yeah)
Can I bring the house down? (Hell yeah)