[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Hektic]
Mic check, fool I need room
N***as be acting funny, fuck 'em, they makin' me no money
Listen but don't study the rap style, I dwells up in 7 Mile
Showin' me love like I was Heaven's child
Thought process in contact
Steady sippin' on cognac, I been thinkin' bout the way back
Straight up, and how they play [fool cribs?]
Torch and spray, lookin' in the game off of my name
Is you insane? You need to let me know
So I can coax yo ass all together ho
And trust me, bitches know about the gang
It ain't no hang after the bang, so we out miss thang
Doorbell gon' rang, ready to jet
I'm back in yo set causin' conflict respect
Step on my toes and believe I'll let you have it
You hatin' on killas, make it no habit, 'cause it could turn tragic

[Chorus: Mr. Bones]
Rollin' on our own with no help from no others
Word to our mothers and our sisters and our brothers
Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy
I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me
Rollin' on our own with no help from no others
Word to our mothers and our sisters and our brothers
Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy
I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me
[Verse 2: The R.O.C.]
I cruise the streets and bad news, bad views
Bad crews, police on the news
My family's hangin' by needles and threads
They in the land of the walking dead, listen to the words I said
I sometimes sing raps to let my mind stray away
Playin' with death, you say there's no way
I'm calm, I got it under control, my home sweet home
It's years old and can't be sold
You wanna follow me and my advice is not
Bodies and corpses rot, the government covers the plot
So stop at the front door
'Cause sometimes we hard to follow, music is what we feel
Our pills are on swallowed, we like to let loose on any flows
Rock or roll, hip or hop, or what we call [breath don't stop?]
All you emcees that thinkin' that the House is all whack
You best to check yourself and lay back and don't follow me

[Chorus: Mr. Bones]
Rollin' on our own with no help from no others
Word to our mothers and our sisters and our brothers
Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy
I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me
Rollin' on our own with no help from no others
Word to our mothers and our sisters and our brothers
Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy
I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me
[Verse 3: Mr. Bones]
Don't follow me, I'm just a loser, drug abuser
Fashion fuck up like my name was Punky Brewster
Used to life with a dead end job
'Til i started cuttin' records with the Latnem mob
I got a mind full of fucked-up thoughts and straight shit
Got a golden microphone with skills you could never get with
For a long time I was lookin' for the latter
Had I payed attention, I think I coulda had a
Chance to enhance and produce pounds of spit
For studio mic screens, lyrical bullshit
I didn't quit, I strive to be the best, never the less
The only person I idolize is Adam West
Never rest, my body, my soul, my brain in my head
I'll have more than enough time to sleep when I'm dead
Misled, my daddy died when I was only ten
Had to grow up, and mama kept the family fed, don't follow me

[Chorus: Mr. Bones]
Rollin' on our own with no help from no others
Word to our mothers and our sisters and our brothers
Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy
I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me
Rollin' on our own with no help from no others
Word to our mothers and our sisters and our brothers
Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy
I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me