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“I Can Make Your Plates Rock” (A Parody of Young Money’s “Bed Rock”)


Chorus (Lloyd) I-I-I can make your plates rock, I-I-I can make your plates rock, (world) I-I-I can make your plates rock, I-I-I can make your plates rock First verse I'm like a composite volcano, so many ways I can erupt, she's like the thinnest layer, she's my rich in iron crust. And now were igneous rocks because we harden by cooling magma, Now she's metamorphic undergoing structural changes from hot pressure. I hate to see her explode, but I like to see the minerals she leaves, But I keep her compacting and cementing like a sedimentary. Cold as the Rockies, hot as Mount Fuji, I'm a boundary that conducts cold and hot rock moving. Second Verse I like the way you're earthqauking if you're a transverse wave, I'm that outer core. I'm in a liquid state. Let's shake the ground and on the Richter scale, we'll make an 8. I'll let you be the shear-waves an-an-and I'm the P. I'm longitudinal, I move back and forth. I'm twice as faster, shear moves perpendicular to the course. And from highest to lowest points like a priest to a Porsche And I got her location, the epicenter of source. Chorus Oh tectonics, I be stuck to you like I'm hooked on phonics. The waves you produce are quick as sonic. The plates are moving past the clock. Call me "Captain Planet", and I can make your plates rock. I-I-I can make your plates rock. I-I-I can make your plates rock (world). I-I-I can make your plates rock. I-I-I can make your plates rock. Third verse Ok I get it, I'm just part of convection. My heat energy's circulating around like my affections. Hot rock goes up and cold goes in the opposite direction. It's like 2012 again but this is not science fiction. I spread like divergent, cut you apart like a surgeon, go down like convergent! And collide at the surface. I just go transform and rub against the plates and go San Andreas, but not that type of basis. Fourth Verse I love your molten rock, hotter than the Sahara. I erupted the volcano. "Dante's Peak," Kilauea (Note: Kilauea is a volcano). I'm at the lava fountain, but I can't reach the crater. Hotter than 1250 degrees Celsius, Do you want it now or later? I see the lava flow, faster than felsic magma. I show her my lava dome, and let the heat entice her. She's the inner core, so solid and hotter than fire. Oh you're the outer core? I knew you were made out of nickel and iron. Chorus Oh tectonics, I be stuck to you like I'm hooked on phonics. The waves you produce are quick as sonic. The plates are moving past the clock. Call me "Captain Planet", and I can make your plates rock. I-I-I can make your plates rock. I-I-I can make your plates rock (world). I-I-I can make your plates rock. I-I-I can make your plates rock.
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If you would like to hear it, here is the link------> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzEINI0mXTs

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