[Intro: David Essex & Suffa]
Well, he used to high fly, but he crashed out the sky
In a stardust fling, hey rock 'n' roll king is down
Roll on up
As we proceed (As we proceed)
To give you what you need (Give you what you need)
Roll on up
As we proceed (As we proceed)
We hit the freeway and roll (On up)

[Verse 1: Suffa]
Shows and flows till the rhyme was felt ([?])
Coast to coast and cut through the Bible belt (Cheah)
A tribal yell till the vibe was felt
Surviving hell and back, man, on every track, man, saliva spelt
Hilltop, we hustled independent
It's G.E., the muscle in the emblem
We paved roads with our soul and suffering
For the stage coach carrying hip-hop to roll on up in (Come on)
There's something that's making them nervous
The underground's taking these verses and breaking the surface
With a brand new cockiness, a brand new confidence
Treat 'em like they owe me, man; pay me my compliments
No obstacles, the fans and the fam make it possible
And G.E. got a roster full of rocket fuel (Come on)
So keep an eye out for those out ripping it up
What? What?
Putting it down, 'cause the fans are now picking it up
What? What? What? What?
[Chorus: David Essex, Suffa & Pressure]
Roll on up, hip-hop's no longer living
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spitting, not singing
Roll on up and come and see emcees free
Their sounds, to the sound of an MPC, it goes
Roll on up, hip-hop's no longer living
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spitting, not singing
Roll on up and see the DJs getting the love
From every head that step in the club, we hit the freeway and roll

[Verse 2: Pressure]
On up with this everyday hustle
Ain't nothing overnight, man, it takes struggle to make muscle
And half of these kids are under the poverty line
The other half confuse skills with gonna be signed
But this world doesn't owe you a debt (Nah, man)
So don't you expect no handout or me to show you respect
I got no regrets (Why?), 'cause really it's proof
That makes a good lie better than the hideous truth
I don't preach or scream, ain't tryna teach the scene
The only guidelines are those you need to read between
'Cause the eighties is gone, it's a crazy biz
Nowadays hip-hop's whatever the fuck I say it is
The reason I'm down and kept my feet on the ground
So I could breathe life back into the street with my sound
So from the rappers to the vinyl stores, risking their spinal cord
To define a cause, we about to reach our final straw
[Chorus: David Essex, Suffa & Pressure]
Roll on up, hip-hop's no longer living
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spitting, not singing
Roll on up and come and see emcees free
Their sounds, to the sound of an MPC, it goes
Roll on up, hip-hop's no longer living
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spitting, not singing
Roll on up and see the DJs getting the love
From every head that step in the club, we hit the freeway and roll

[Verse 3: Suffa & Pressure]
Cheah, uh
Uh-uh
We roll on ripping it
'Cause some of these execs are just soulless lepers (Why?)
They'll buy your lunch 'cause they stole your breakfast
Now who I'm going to let control these records? (What?)
And who's goona hold these weapons, roll independent
(Roll up) we owe nothing to no one
Got love for Elefant Tracks, and love for the Shogun
Got love for Hydrofunk and the homespun
'Cause we a dying breed and this loathsome
Industries about the mint, not the plant that dresses lunches, ha
Nah, man, it's the plant that presses hundreds
We run with each and every rhymer since
'Cause I never been so large that I couldn't read the finer print
[Chorus: David Essex, Suffa & Pressure]
Roll on up, hip-hop's no longer living
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spitting, not singing
Roll on up and come and see emcees free
Their sounds, to the sound of an MPC, it goes
Roll on up, hip-hop's no longer living
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spitting, not singing
Roll on up and see the DJs getting the love
From every head that step in the club, we hit the freeway and roll (Roll on up)