Rock to the Rhythm - Ruste Juxx, The Arcitype

It goes rock to the rhythm, to the rhythm you rock

It’s about to pop off like a fresh new Glock

Certified platinum as soon as I wrap 'em

Now I ain’t gotta nab 'em, gag 'em and cap 'em

I could write an anthem to cop me a Phantom

Throw you in a trance and keep the crowds dancing

Cash in advance, I’m looking for a mansion

Few houndred acres cause it’s all about expansion

Bounce to the bass, to the bass you bounce

I’mma about to get with baby girl and burn me an ounce

I ain’t gotta game 'em, moment Philly train 'em

They rolling with the Ruste, so how can I blame 'em?

BK assassin, aiming and blasting

Making sure these wack artist' careers won’t be lasting

My BEAN-town homies gettin that green

And you can catch me road wild spittin that mean

Rock to the rhythm, to the rhythm you rock

Rock to the rhythm, to the rhythm you rock

Rock to the rhythm, to the rhythm you rock

To the rhythm you rock, to the rhythm you rock

Bounce to the bass, to the bass you bounce

Bounce to the bass, to the bass you bounce

Bounce to the bass, to the bass you bounce

To the bass you bounce, to the bass you bounce

Move to the groove, to the groove you move

It’s about to go down, if you snooze you lose

Certified platinum as soon as I wrap 'em

I ain’t gotta jab 'em, drag 'em or stab 'em

My producer Arcitype’s the future

I won’t dispite ya, send someone to shoot ya

Tracks all flame and the lyrics all poison

Do it for the pretty fly women and my boys and

Shout out to my haters cause they keep me inspired

As I work towards building a new empire

Brooklyn in the backgroun, Juxx never back down

From Bronx, The Queens, Harlem and back down

I tow shag 'em, black body bag 'em

Fill 'em up with a whole clique from the Magnum

You know what crime it is, 187

Juxx .730 with a .357

I need to hear you make noise, put your hands up

I’m a bonofied pro, rip jams up

Stage dive on 'em really, get live on 'em

Juxx is surprised cause they all keep they eyes on him

I’m like lightyears ahead of you

The executer slicing, beheading you

You do not live the trife life

You just one, two check, my mic’s right

BK assassin, aiming and blasting

Making sure their careers won’t be lasting

My BEAN-town homies getting that green

And you can catch me road wild spitting that mean