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Rocky's Revenge

by Rocky Rivera

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[Verse 1] They tried to burn her at the stake but she escaped again Had a daughter who became a holy medium Who then gave birth to three, I was the youngest one of them My lineage will never die, not for the smallest men My mother spoke to spirits and it made her lose her mind She healed them first but where were they during the worst of times? I watched it all, I watched my sisters fall apart I fuckin’ hate it, now I’m smarter than it all, harder than before But now I understand the power I possess I never speak a word, karma gets the rest Me? I just assist A Plague on Patriarchy, Murderer of Misogynists I kill White Supremacists, White Feminists, White Apologists Jesus can take his Birkenstocks and skate I never pray to someone’s faith whose roots are pillaging and rape (Amen) They tried to round us up and throw us in a pyre But I’m Daenarys, I’m made of fire so all of you bastards die My crew is savages, they so barbarian My sun is Sagittarian, ascendant Scorpion That means I shoot to kill Protect my own by any means I’m what they prophesized, The Philippines’ Wildest Dreams [Chorus] I want it, I need it, I gotta have it Rocky’s Revenge (Repeat) [Verse 2] They blasting at us, but they need bigger bullets, better guns I’m Mother Nature so respect me…you ALL my sons I’m raining on you, rising waters ‘bout to flood you out I’m Lillith, I don’t buy Adam’s shit, I just kick him out And leave him with that E-V-E who’d rather shut her mouth And take the blame for why his holy dick is always out I pray to Gods of many faiths, in multiple forms Let Mother Nature take its course if she wanna abort You tried to burn us but instead you cleared the brush so we could Multiply and spread and heal the damage that you did to us I hid my magic in Hail Mary’s and rosaries They drank the Kool-Aid but religion ain’t the drug for me I carry seven thousand islands on an ocean breeze Inside my womb, while I’m plottin’ on my enemies A baby on my back, a bolo in my hand Protecting my future Die for my descendants have their own land I’m Mother Nature so respect me, you ALL my sons (Repeat 4x) Repeat Chorus
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Bad News 02:42
[Verse 1] You ain’t gotta shed a solitary tear for me Or even pray for me I hear the message loud and clear, what they say to me They say we went a thousand years with a chain on me So now I’m flossin all the freedom that I gave to me Now, don’t it look nice? I don’t owe nobody no favors, I don’t ask twice And when the shooters get to shootin’, I’ma get mine Just like the women before me, I join the front line But it’s new day, it’s a different game And when I hit the sun the melanin change That’s how I know I got the blood of a militant gang A Katipunan Pampagueña, ain’t a damn thing changed And I’ma always keep it G, Guerilla with a U Assata comin thru with the shotta, looky-loos Get popped on the news, right out they lucky shoes So lady don’t sing me the blues [Chorus ft. Niko] ‘Cause I’m tuning you out, I’m tuning you out I’m so tired of the sad songs, I’m tuning you out (I’m so tired of the bad news, I’m tuning you out) [Verse 2] Now you ain’t even gotta worry ‘bout me, or concern-troll me I think that I survived enough to have my wits ‘bout me I know your people prolly don’t give a shit bout me Feelin’s mutual but you still get rich off me I don’t pray to your temple or give an offerin’ We gave our land, our labor, we still sufferin’ That cross on your chain, the rosary you still clutchin’ Stereotypes, you still perpetuating Ain’t a damn thing changed, my last name changed And I still don’t know when my accent changed From a native dialect to a hip hop slang It’s a ‘hood thang baby, you just wouldn’t understand How we….came from a place that had everything but we still poor So what the fuck we still here for? I will never take advice from an imperial force You can check my background for an empirical source (uh huh) [Repeat Chorus]
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Am I Lyin 02:47
[Intro quote by Oprah Winfrey] I had to do a clearing in my life of some people whose energy, I realized, was not supportive of who I wanted to be in the world. So, not only are you responsible for the energy that you bring. You’re also responsible for the energy you surround yourself with [Verse 1] See, I’m taking applications for a new crew All them hoes hella dry, they don’t suit you Had fun with ‘em, yeah, maybe used to But they colors showin’ through and it ain’t true blue You see, these people always had they own agenda Talkin’ shit but to your face they your best friend, bruh Don’t let nobody, start talkin’ when you leave, though You’ll see if they defend your name and shut it down, yo And if they don’t…better cut them off 9 out of 10 they want yo plug,1 outta 3 just want your life How many folk is callin’ you “Cuz”? But “Cuz” never showed love when it got real And “Cuz” only hit you when you close that deal So I don’t give a (fuuu) if you blood or not… Right here’s where the buck’s gon’ stop [Chorus] What I’m sayin’, am I lyin’? Am I lyin’? I think I’m doin just fine (Repeat) [Verse 2] Let me say it like this… Let me tell ya like this Never Had a Friend Like Me, like Krish Never had a bitch roll up to ya block With the knockouts on, ‘bout to handle your shit Never had a friend believe in your shit Money on your biz, help feed your kids Put ya in the lab, did YOUR ad-libs Now you act like a victim, hate to admit Naive, but I learn quick Always keep my friends close, no bullshit I ain’t got no enemies ‘cause my heart’s clean And I don’t blame nobody else for my actions No more distraction, no more friendly transactions If ya come around me with ya problems I’m tell ya take it to ya local pastor [Bridge] I just want a friend that ain’t Friends with everybody, I just Need someone to trust Tell me are u that somebody? Tell me are u that somebody? Or just an opportunist tryna slide up in my party? [Repeat Chorus] There are some energy suckers in your life, just *sucking noise* literally sucking the life force out of you
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[Chorus] Kid, you want an old school But you got that student loan So you gonna hustle hard Just to bring that money home We’re from long nights, Ocean Beach fires Local runway by that high-rise Bumpin’ Mac Dre, go to dolo for the day Everyone wants to know where’s the afterparty Seeing those old schools just ridin’ by Wonder if I’m that cool one with the leather inside Yeah that’s finna be my ride Give me a few years and you’ll see my drive
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Jealousy 02:35
[Verse 1] Imagine if all your enemies were your friends, legends were only lies Stories that you were told, double as alibis Family that you love, sold you out to the feds Lovers that you once trusted had others inside your bed I’m…spinning in circles and tumbling in my sleep Beware the voices you hear, the company that you keep, will tell All of your secrets the minute they get upset Fingers twisted behind their back while they pinky swear you to death They putting’ it on they mama, eventually they betray The father you idolize got a bastard on the way Your brother said he’d protect you, your sister that you adore Now you sufferin’ from neglect, they not here for you anymore [Chorus] The jealousy, envious of the gift that you were blessed The jealousy, hate…simmering deep inside their chest The jealousy, stemming from resentment never addressed The jealousy, reason for why empathy is suppressed The jealousy, couldn’t see it before but now I see The jealousy, when all I want is reciprocity The jealousy, archnemesis of loyalty The jealousy, difference between…you and me It’s the jealousy [Verse 2] Imagine if you were blessed with abilities unforeseen Divination came easily, message inside your dreams You were given a secret language, communicate with the Spirits Savage beasts were tamed, but mortals, they only fear it Instead, they whispered rumors you dabble in Dark Magic Hated your independence, converted you to a Catholic So you, you could be guilted for sins never committed And said, you were hysterical, spiritually-conflicted The lies they circulated, they punished you severely All in the name of God, to serve the Patriarchy So you, were beaten and humiliated on the daily Gaslighted and slighted, telling you that you crazy [Chorus 2] The jealousy, reason why women hide behind religion The jealousy, men have for never bearing children The jealousy, Mother Nature facing annihilation The jealousy, destruction threatening our creation The jealousy, tired of being threatened on the daily The jealousy, worth more than wages that they pay me The jealousy, bottomless pit of envy, it’s a shame When you hear them singing my words and chanting my name It’s the jealousy…
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Warning 02:45
Man, I don’t want no fake love or fake hugs Fake thug motivation from a fake thug Fake laughs, fake friends with fake pasts Kiki-ing ‘on the ‘Gram, wit yo fake ass I be writing real raps, on some real shit Real life situations, real spit Real deal life lessons go and write ‘em down On a talk show with a Cheetah Girl Lettin’ all my demons out [Bridge] I think you like me, bitch you love me Fuckin’ obsessed (On my whole dick) Put no one above me (You tryna fuck me?) But you can’t do, what I can do Show love to me That’s what a fan do (that’s what ya man do) (Repeat) [Chorus] They tellin’ lies and they all talk Bitchin lyin’ all around the clock But they swangin’ on my whole jock And they hangin’ with my old friends But I been cut ‘em off like a road rage incident (Repeat) [Repeat Bridge] [Repeat Chorus] Final warning, I draw the line Don’t cross the line Gettin’ too close to mine (Repeat 4x)
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Best Shot 03:00
[Verse 1] Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture with precision on my wordplay Fuck it when these herbs say somethin’ bout my curse words They just wanna pick fights, say it with your chest, ho Always choose my words right, I’m nobody’s archetype I just speak MY truth, yo Illy wit these similes, ready wit these metaphors Fuck a meta-narrative, when I give my testimony Never been to grad school but Master of the Ceremony Never been to Catholic school and I lost my native tongue I’m tryin’ to find my way, where the hell I’m comin’ from Follow at your own risk, I be on my own path Not “The One You Waiting For” I’m the one that’s late to class… Controversial, the truth is bout to hurt ya I hate to disappoint you and you surely ain’t my mama I’m just tryna tell my story ‘fore they try to tell it for me So excuse me for the language in my music allegories [Chorus] Hit me wit yo best Hit me with yo best shot Hit me wit yo best Hit me wit yo best (AH!) Hit me wit yo best Hit me wit yo best (POP!) Hit me wit ya best Hit me wit ya best (RRRAH!) (Repeat) [Verse 2] I’m nobody’s savior, Professor Xavier Fuck respectability, rampant misbehavior All up in my lineage, all up in my DNA How you think I overcame the obstacles that’s in my way They just wanna box you in, warn you if you cross the line “You ain’t really rappin’ if ain’t rappin in double time” “You ain’t for The People if you problematic when you rhyme” Like I can’t evolve without you digging up old tweets of mine? They wish that they can call you out with some old dirt I graduated public school, did my homework So I will never let ‘em hurt me, get your facts straight I can grow from my mistakes, don’t instigate You got no right to burn down what you ain’t built Try your best shot, make sure that you aim still Most of y’all act brave, but you ain’t real Hatin’ on the low, something that I can’t feel [Repeat Chorus]
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[Verse 1] 80’s baby with a 49er starter A pack of Now-and-Laters listening to 40 Water Yo, I was just a shorty on a mission just to fit in Paid attention to the language and the lyrics, learning English (It was) An introduction to a culture I adore Since I came to San Francisco at the tender age of four I was learning all my lessons through the music Pardon if my tongue gets twisted, I’m splittin’ it So then I sacrificed my native dialect to talkin’ local slang Hella Bay from the beginning, I’m soaking up the game From the culture I adopted when I had to leave my own and Survive another continent so far away from home Learned to pop the slang, kick it with the baddest For better or for worse but oftentimes it’s problematic Yo, I can take a hint and play the back if I offend Only the utmost…when I bless the paper wit my pen [Chorus] Good music, Bay Music (4x) (group clap) [Verse 2] Used to freestylin’ when I was in college I could not control the words that’s comin’ out my mouth, and It became a problem, but I couldn’t stop it Why you think I like to rap about specific topics? Never had control, my mouth was always on a roll (That goes to show) I weaponize my words, yeah, it became so easy I became a target and a little lost, so I devised a plan to hit em back when they would tease me So pardon me if my opinion is abrasive Authenticity is what I speak ‘cause I’m a native But humble is, as humble does And you ain’t humble, if you holier than thou But you never had to struggle like the people you defending The ones you organizing, the students in the lecture hall Stop infantilizing Meet me on my level, never turn your nose up on me ‘Cause my story is MY story, you can never tell it for me [Repeat Chorus]
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[Verse 1] Yeah we fight and we break up, kiss and we make up That’s the kind of love we got, never would I trade us Other younger couples wanna be us (please) Ain’t nobody perfect I just call it like I see it Hope that we can make it, we just day-by-day it Music’s what we share and forever will we play it On the day that he proposed and I said yes, it was enough I don’t need to hit the church and wear a ring to earn your trust Babe, I hope we make it ’til our babies have babies ’Til our faces get wrinkled, ’til our daisies push daisies But the work is what we got, and we GOTTA do the work In the garden pulling weeds with our fingers in the dirt I love the way you hold me down, hate the way we fight Would rather be together than insist on being right Guess I’ll rise to the occasion, be a better me for you I just hope you do same before we have to bid adieu [Bridge] Yeah we fight and we break up, kiss and we make up That’s the kind of love we got, never would I trade us (Repeat) [Chorus] Love me when we fight, love me when I’m wrong Love me when I’m weak, tell me that I’m strong Me and You Against the World, middle finger high We ain’t perfect but we work it ’til we get it right [Verse 2] (Adapted from “The Prophet” by Kahlil Gibran, On Marriage) Separate but together like the strings in a guitar When we strumming our melodies, can’t tell us apart But we have to keep the space between ourselves in our song ‘Cause I’d rather get along, than resent when you wrong You’re the Cypress, I’m the Oak I’m the fire, you’re the smoke Sometimes we gotta lighten’ up Laugh, and learn to take a joke You’re the water, I’m the cup, and the seasons always turn If I stay defensive when we fight, never will I learn Babe, I hope you listen When I’m Speaking From The Heart Not just hearing to reply, formulating where to start I know there’s more to our relationship than images they stan Used to kick it with the girls and now I’m building with my man It’s a part of growin’ up, and I’m glad that it’s with you When I bring you ‘round my people, all my people say “TRUE” Ain’t nobody perfect so we gotta put the work in For the kid, and the baby girl All of it is worth it [Repeat Chorus]
11.
Like You 02:32
(Audio from my first ever interview with The Jacka in 2005) Prolly never feel the same about the Bay again It’s too sad of a song for me to play again Since they murdered Jack on 94th & Mac, I swear We never gonna be the same again Don’t think to call me just to mourn another dead rapper I’m tired of cryin’ up on the newscaster I’m tired of eulogizing to a Vice cracker I’m tired of losing friends to gun clapper They don’t get the story right, so I had to do it Hadn’t written in mad long, I was going through it How long do I have to mourn so I pushed thru it You told me to See It Thru, I’ma tattoo it… Just to remind me…of the better days Yeah them Ruckus days, Reggae Tuesdays Inside the tunnel at Club Six, we gettin’ lit At every festival traveling with our own shit We was on that bullshit, but you never disrespected Everybody came correct or had to get ejected out the VIP section Our friendship was a blessing Every now and then, I see a troll is second guessin’ And I wonder if I imagined it: the love and respect is so rare I hope you know how much it meant I hope you know that we gon’ always keep it lit And I’ma always See it Thru Every day, I thank Allah for a brother like you

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released October 16, 2018

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Rocky Rivera Oakland, California

Rocky Rivera is an emcee from San Francisco. Her early beginnings as a journalist in publications such as Mass Appeal, The Source and Rolling Stone inform her music, as she describes her progressive upbringing growing up in the Bay Area. Rocky’s music is a journey into the spirit of resistance, blending social justice, feminism and West Coast-style hip hop. ... more

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