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the future
Forget about the past
It'll always be with us
It's never gonna die, never gonna die

Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna
pollution
Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll it will survive

Yes it will, ha ha ha ha

I took a look
pollution
Rock 'n' roll ain't gonna die
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll it will survive

Yes it will, ha ha ha ha

I took a look
Forget about the past
It'll always be with us
It's never gonna die, never gonna die

[Chorus]
Rock 'n' roll ain't noise pollution
Rock 'n' roll ain't
Rock N Roll has such a terrible name, who is to blame?
Perching birds drug by a string in the air
Stitched together with careless intention
Cleaner
roll.
And well take the radio back by storm.
This radios dead.
This is noise pollution you can't dance to this.
Now let the music melt into another frame.
city 
The way I'm used is a shame and a pity
Angel city 
Angel city rock'n'roll alright
Angel city 
Angel city 
The women here ain't got no pity
city 
The way I'm used is a shame and a pity
Angel city 
Angel city rock'n'roll alright
Angel city 
Angel city 
The women here ain't got no pity
various heads of state) votes will roll in, bucks will roll in, and, most
importantly, power will be maintained by the groovy guy (or gal) who gets
ain't Hollywood

Now I got a band I'll take to where the noise don't stop
Loud coloured lights so bright that's where I wanna bop
The glamour
hundred miles left to go
He started playin' soft and low
He didn't play no rock n' roll
He sang a gypsy song

Ladies, lock up your daughters
Home
or drop
(You keep prayin he will come
When it all shuts off, you done)
Rock on
Drop that confetti
The death pop's when you ain't ready
Hey, thanks, I
get rep to it 
You get  by on record but you wack on stage 
So I'm  blowing you up  throwing hand grenades 

[Parrish Smith] 
That's why we roll
the glide should be much safer than a suicide

Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll
Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man
see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with
freak that, ain't got no shame

I'ma blast off like a damn Houston Rocket
Roll around town with some dank in my pocket
Grandma say, "Ronnie Ray, you need
you?
Give me fifty Hennessy's on tha rocks for these boys
Can't stand male groupies move around with that noise

I'm tryin' to sit down and roll up
Here to haystack, keep it rosy in the Rolls
Skiddin' out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock

Well, I'm the the toe tapper, yes the hand clapper
Or I be forced to bring more noise than the Beats By The Pound
I just got out the pen, so I bounce when I walk
And say ya heard me, every time that I
follow me now 
I get down for my crown with new found wreck 
And bring the noise like I'm comin to soundcheck 
The stage is clear for me to rock it 
So
while drivin ain't nothin new
Don't laugh at me cause you done done it too
I know you fuck good when you listen to soul
By try doin it when your dial's
they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Liquid, solid, gas, we'll be kickin ass
In any form, or matter, or mass
(This ain't science class) I know but it's science
From the rhyme boss
I fly down like the Chi-town wind
'cause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin
When, the saints come marchin' in
I'ma roll right by 'em
roll up, Holy Bible is the Smith and Wesson, Lion of Judah for Rugers Jesus words my Mossberg book of Ezra my Baretta, The Rock for the Glock cock back