The History of Rock

Our lesson begins in the small town of Romeo Michigan 1985
Several years ago
Deep on the West side of Detroit
I rank souly with old and new school rules of hip hop
Don Balaw, Wes Chill and my DJ JC fresh
Rockin' microphones and turn tables day by day, and night by night
But still the force was not complete
That's when we met our homeboy by the name of Kid Rock
Others had doubts of the lad because he was white
But i knew what time it was
So i put him behind the tables and this is all he had to say

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck....fuck off!

This is the History Of Rock

My veins are poppin' from this love inside
I just can't let it out
This pipe and these needles are my only guide
They've got me on the wrong route
What is my life about?
Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen
And dreamin' like a lonley child
I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too
Man I wish you could see them too
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Man I wish that you could see them too
Man I wish that you could see them too
So can I come to see you sometime?
Cause I've been missin' you
I've never heard you cry
I've never seen you why
I'm feeling oh so young
But still I must die to get to you
And if I do I wonder how just you will see me
And implicate the things Ive done
I'm dieing in the shadows of this man I've never seen
I'll see you soon
Now wheres my gun?
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Oh Lord, wheres my gun?
Oh wheres my gun?
Oh Lord, wheres my gun?
Oh Lord, my gun
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
Its God himself in a jar
Yeah yeah
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
Its God himself in a jar
Yeahhhh heyaaaaa
You got me, sad and lonely
But I'm me, me
You know you make me so lonely
I am so lonely
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry

Cause I remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the Clem
With some friends George and Jay
It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ
What a shock it was to be on the steps
Comin from a nice home now livin in the projects
No regrets cause I learned alot
And I earned alot in the parking lot
Doin dirt for the O.Gs slangin rock
They used to call me that little white kid
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that aint no fable
Watchin' Eddie Murphy instead of Clark Gable
My whole life style switched Hoss
Puttin in hours at the 76 car wash
But I could never wait for them weekends to come
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
Boom, chick boom, the bass went
On turntables fuckin it up in Duke's basement
Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin
Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin
And give some love back to those who loved me
206 Court street and my second mom Tracy
Little Keesha and Cole
My mellow blow, and my homegirl Flo
Rock round see, you could find me some
But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasnt in the club
Tom Rich and Mike Shafer used to give me rides
And buy me groceries when I didn't have no paper
And Im grateful for this
Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss
Making demos on my old four track

Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back I Wanna Go Back (x2)

Got kicked out again for bein fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
An' they treated me like brothers
R-I-P to their cool ass mother
An my brother din dada
For the homies up here I still gotta lot of love
I wanna go back, way back
To change things and bring y'all back
Im pourin beer out for y'all
Im singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul
Life brings alot of tragedy
I look around at times and its so sad to see
A wasted life, or a broken home
But all I can do is take care of my own
I feel so alone like a stranger
But sometimes I express my love through my anger
And I lost alot of friends for this
Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest KDC, and Chris
And the rest of the Beast crew
I aint sayin that Im awe, but I still got love for you
Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way motherfuckers beast crew's in the party
To the right and to the left
Many black men and Funk Daddy Def Stef
Cause sometimes I feel blessed for sure
To a been a part of one of raps last great tours
Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo yo
Kid Rock and it dont stop

I Wanna Go Back (x3)

I remember litte Robert, cause I stayed with him
I used ta go and see Campbell, when I need a trim
And when times got grim and I lost my way,
I used to get blown of with Reve
Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands
Willie Knight had a disco, right in his basement man
Them New Haven jams
Me and Blackman running crazy scams,
Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing
Just makin' that money, and pullin them honies
Spandex shorts and the halter tops
Slanging them rocks, runnin' from the cops
The only white kid walkin' round on the block,
Cruisin' in Amp's low ridin' ragtop
Go see Howard for what ya need
Underage buyin' forties and bags of weed
Late night liquor from Bubba Coles
People used to say, Rock you got soul
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot
Chuck D and Murph were the original three
Now Richard D and Cracker are down with me
I got a studio record and a taste of fame
But when I roll throught the Clem it's all the same
Even though things change, you know I ain't forgot
Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock
But it's hard to go back to the things I knew
Cause ta me life a have now lives for two

Yeah, and that's where I'm at
I wanna go back (x3)

Let it ride, let it ride
way back, uh-huh

A ha ha, that's right motherfuckers
I'm Back.
This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin'
Talk about it
More so each year,
But the Early Mornin'
Stoned Pimp is here.
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if ya me yawn
Just drop that top
Come on...
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well well


And I be catchin' them northern pike
Like on a ten pound test
Success, never fess, take a guess
I be the early mornin' stoned pimp,
Straight limpin,
Boone's Farm drinkin,
At the party big booty pinchin'
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin
With the million dollar talent
And the ten cent brain,
Been gone too long, too much cocaine,
But now that I'm back, on the block
I'm ready to rock
Left to right, all night
My game's tight, I wish you might
Take a bite
Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town
Top Dog get down

Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around
the world goin' Kid Rock crazy
Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks,
Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch
I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO

"Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch"
Ah, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like ya don't know,
when I step straight into the party with my homeboy
Tino
"What's up?"
So get a good look bro
Get a good gander
I'm made in Detroit
but my name aint Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the highest MC of all time
Got my mind on the D
And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see
Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV
I be
What they call an O-G bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause
A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me
Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,
Early mornin' stoned pimpin
I been down, been around,
From the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock

Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
Im the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp

Hey hey hey
Come on yo.

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

My name is Tino, you know
Baby let's get funky,
I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no goddamn junkie
Cruisin' with the Kid in my '71
To the crib of love
Gonna get us some, ladies
We keep em on a string ah
Midgets in the house wanna smell my finger
Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin'
How do ya like me now in my brand new Turban
I'm a natural born hoodlum
Not George Raft
One of these days you kids will pay for my autograph
So groove baby, groove baby call your mama
I'm like Charlie Hooker baby
I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama

Ridin' around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine
Playin' the radio ya look so fine
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
Let's get funky, that's my job
Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out
Let's get funky
Come on everybody
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama

Cuz growin up I was never the logical one
packed my shit and left home like the prodigal son
with a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo I've never been back
filled with spite staying high as a kite
I was dealin and stealin everything in sight
pool hustling trying to make that green
I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age of 13
working like a bitch like a god damn tank
some disagree because me rents had bank
but all that's gold non't always glitter
so I'll take another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave tot he trade I'm paid to rhyme
blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
cause money, money, money ain't shit to me
but I gotta make a lot just to be free
Please God Please I'll pay any cost
If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off
there's too much hardship there's too much pain
there's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain
I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside
and everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride
but parasites can't fake the Rock
and any suckers that step in my way are getting shot
cause I hold key to my own success
and suckers that step shall be put to rest
yes, I hold the key to my own success
and suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest,
so pass the buddha the funky tie hooter
and watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter.
not a generic dime a dozen M.C.
never was in a posse never wanted to be
now I've neen walkin the earth since the beginning of ti
and won't leave till I've received that 7th sign
all this talk their gonna drop the bomb,
but life keeps going on and on and on and on
the world's end don't worry me
and I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me
cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin
everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin
fussin with the girls they waste my time
thrashin and bashin going out of my mind
crucified by the critics everyday
cause I ain't really got that much to say
I'm a slave to the trade I'm paid to rhyme
I don't wear a watch and i don't keep time
I live my life just like the skipper
but only at night because I'm a day tripper
twitchin-shakin like corky shootin smack
but still life goes on
visions of red shoot through my head
and I won't stop trippin till the day I'm dead.