Rocco's Song - Dylan St. John

It was only 4 years ago

Cy would drive through the snow

Park his Rav up on Dyckman Ave

Just so we could go to Morroco’s

See thats where i learned to mix

He was a master of his craft

And he knew I had a gift

I could spit… but so could half of New York

He told me «always come real & leave the rest to the lord» said that «fame can

be a double egde sword» made me hit the right note every single fucking time I

record!

Now its take 82 & i’m sweating in the booth he said «Saint,

take a break?»

I said «I don’t play to lose»

He said got it stand by then we took it back to work you see I never follow

trends I would rather do it first

And mama said Im capable of anything so I responded back that I’m gonna Paint

the Universe

I need serenity, fonto & some hennesee

Some people who gonna value me

Who ARE who they pretend to be

Look

See my circle getting smaller

But my crowd getting bigger

Cut some people off yeah I had to pull the trigger

Rapper turned to singer

Or at least they tried

Til they heard me scream rage

Yellin «MOTHERFUCK THE 5!»

And I’m too young too die but I’m ready like Notorious

Sleep is for the weak that’s word to Belly life is glorious

I don’t need a major deal or a fucking co sign

I knew that I had the skill back when it was 09

A raw talent just waiting to find balance

The alpha of my pack

Im waiting on my challenge

I said welcome to the jungle

I was born to rumble

A little bit of cocky with a little bit of humble

If you don’t know the play get the fuck up out my huddle

Saint Almighty this is how the cookie crumble

If I get the rock I guarantee I never fumble

If we talking bands then let me hit you with a drum roll

One eye open yeah that’s how I gotta stay

And I know it got confusing when you started making bank

Off some shit that was making with this mother fucker Doug

Ironic that that schemy man was really just the plug

Connected me to you

And getting me in touch with my roots

And the truth

As I battled all my demons in the booth

As my friends were wearing suits making money

And that shit would make me work even harder man I was hungry

You took me under your wing

Taught a youngn' the ropes

I was down in the corner

You really gave me some hope

I look at you as a king

Musical father figure

Still with Cy Hi

Just know that we fuckin miss ya