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Sir Michael Rocks - Lockjaw lyrics
{Your silence is my trade}
 Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
 Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
 Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
 I'm givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
 Here we go! Oh no,
 Another flow show from the young black dynamo
 Lockin' up jaws, MCs pause -
 No lyrical flaws
 Hush, when the boss is talkin'
 Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin'
 You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached your peak
 The elite don't get with the weak
 Shut up, 'cause I'm burnin' this cut up
 Boy, don't try to run up
 'Cause I chop up crops
 A weak hip-hop boy tried to jock my spot and he flopped
 He went down to the concrete ground
 I'm a hound when I get down
 And I'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack
 To pack sacks and never pay tax
 And when I leave they diss me
 Knowin' they can never get with me
 But he who laughs last gets the most cash
 And lives the blast past of rap trash
 Gone! Left ya, son
 Gimme a call when you're done
 Your silence is my trade, shut up!
 {Your silence is my trade}
 2x:
 Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
 Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
 Run, run, run, your time is done, son
 Move out for the well-hung young one
 And I'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks -
 Dead presidents, black!
 Peace to my fans and I love ya
 And I got yo' cover
 'Cause I'm back to please 
 And cool off the hot MCs
 'Cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants
 That shit don't make you dance!
 What's this beat doin'?
 Leavin' your posse ruined
 Stuck my fist in his mouth
 Caught him on a whole shout
 No pity on the lyrically weak
 Face defeat, retreat, but don't speak
 'Cause I ain't through, fool
 And you ain't true to the Mix rules!
 You try to flow so you go for what you know
 But yo, bro, you ain't the flow proSir Michael Rocks - Lockjaw - http://motolyrics.com/sir-michael-rocks/lockjaw-lyrics.html
 (Ohh!) I can't go slow
 Gotta grow 'cause I wanna get mo' dough
 Full blown, bad to the bone 
 And known to get it on with a microphone, homes
 Leave my throne alone
 I've been to the low zone
 Your silence is my trade, shut up!
 {Your silence is my trade}
 2x:
 Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
 Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}
 Come on, Punish!
 Punish!
Your host on the coast is known to boast
 And roast most that choose to get close
 Put 'em in a lyrical knot
 My spot: the #1 slot
 But I gotta have beats 
 When I lyrically de-feat the weak that try to compete
 Get 'em up, if you wanna go head-up
 What up? Do as I instruct, black
 'Cause my gat is jack-backed 
 And lookin' at your baseball hat
 I rolled over that mess you stole
 And took control, and then broke the mold!
 Now here I stand, boss man
 The NorthWest tip is where I am
 And I'm runnin' this work like dope
 Shippin' it in planes, trains and boats
 Up the charts I go
 Steppin' on toes and throwin' low bolos
 My group is large, and hard
 No need for a bodyguard
 We flex, rippin' off MCs' necks
 Run 'em into Critical's pecs
 Your silence is my trade, shut up!
 2x:
 Lockjaw! {Your silence is my trade}
 Givin' MCs lockjaw! {Your silence is my trade}
 Come on, Punish!
 Punish 'em!
 Punish!
 Punish 'em!
 Lockjaw! 
 Givin' MCs lockjaw! 
 Lockjaw! 
 Givin' MCs lockjaw! 
 Lockjaw! Shhh











