Carry On

I rock for the heads and I rock for the feet
I rock for your soul, you could rock to this beat
I rock for the sun, for the moon, for the stars
From the ones drivin' to the ones sleepin' in they cars
For the homeless to the hopeless
You could (?) less if you open up and confess
Break the progress
It's so fresh and clean like it was produce
Known by your fruit, spirit go loose
Homie, you got no juice
While I'm busy squeezin' fresh OJ
You ain't a real rapper, you's a roleplay
Sucka there was no way
Rap that's so gay
Could be around another hot minute, go away
I wonder what happened to professional rappin'
I'm talkin' 'bout the days way before John Zappin
The days when I grew up and threw up a couple of hands
Now I rock for these fans in the makin' of the bands
And the stands with the jams packed out
(?) caravans final remix wax out
You can freakin' max out every card and credential
Flip to side B and tell it to the instrumental
Better use a pencil
'Cause your junk is easy to erase
Easy to replace
Easy just to hit the backspace
On your last place, gasface crew
My spirit goes five miles deep space through
And we can face you
'Cause the only deep space you got's
Between your ears in the place where the taste is not
This race is not a sprint but a marathon
Brace yourself, pace yourself, we could carry on
Carry on
Carry on
Carry on