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I used to rock rough rhymes alone to the break of dawn A lonely rider on the storm I was a fighter by a microphone A bonebreaker verbal acrobatics to the fat beat I'm a black man sitting on the backseat with the freestyle mode bebe form one You might get the mic maybe - don't stun I practice my shit daily unison with Mary rappin' melody of oblivion It's so mystic how I got in this business I'm melodic miss diss, like it or not I'm gonna kick this This thicky beatbox beat pushing forward like a train Brain activating game By the way: I'm Mariko from Helsinki / Finland And I ain't cold though Scandinavian First girl of Dynasty under the sun I take pride in my rappin' session Chorus: Rock the house! With a true hip hop Rock the house! With Mary and Tidjá¢n Rock the house! It's the ultimate bond Rock the house! Letras de cancionesTo the sound of the Kwan Writing rhymes to me is like the Crashbandicota Dope, like dope what they smokers smoking all day long without doing anything, all I hear is big talk from the mouths that should be rappin', ring the bell "ring ring" Rock the house with the sound you can't miss I'm MC Tidjá¢n and that's my main girl miss Mary, queen of la dinasti Kwan Avec nos soldats rythmiques c'est la force octagone By an accident I'm getting sentimental Be aware, my experiment could be bad for your mental But feelings we have for this hiphop Always been rocking from the bottom to the top When ever it comes to debation You got me up on the stand, no guestion I gotta clear view of our destination Rock the house with the energy phenomenon From Letras Mania