The Allegory (2020)



















Mr. Grace (Intro) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

[Father (Son):]
What is America built off of? (Violence and entrepreneurship)
So if you had to tell another six year old like yourself what to look out for, what would you tell 'em? (They would kill you for the right price)
Are you a buyer or a seller? (A seller)
If I gave you a million dollars right now, would you buy candy or a candy store? (A candy store)
What is the goal to be? (Independent)
If you lost everything tonight, what you got tomorrow (Intellectual property)
And what is intellectual property? (They can take your possessions, but they can't take your mind)
How do you say group economics in Spanish? (Economía de grupo)
How do you say barter system? (Sistema de cambio)
If I gave you something for 500, and you flip it to the next man for 2000, what is that called? (Upselling)
Alright now, me, as your leader, as your father, the person who's supposed your best interest, if I celebrate holidays and Christmas, your entire life, and you gotta go beg somebody for a job at 18, what did I do?
(You failed me financially)
And I want you to tell me, how fast can somebody be a victim of gun violence in America?
(This fast) [*gunshot*]

[Royce da 5'9":]
Was told to hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil
In a place that hears no evil, sees no evil
Where the oppressor sees no color
The investor sees no others
The erection seems so seasonal, plus illegal
Man, that's just the mode, that's just the evil
We just adjust to that, that's just machismo
I was destined to be mo' than a apple laying next to a tree, bro
Clandestine, colorful G stuck in a G code thrust into street mode
Searchin' for soul with a stolen identity
Surface low, economically
In need of capital, in search of a loan and it's a few bankin' institutions who got the remedy
But this is America, where credit is for the privileged and profit is not my amenity
I'm just here to get popped by the cops, get popular so I can discredited in a documentary by the enemy
While in a homicidal, fratricidal cycle of wild, constant hostile energy
Lookin' down the barrel of a rifle while tryna find some inner peace
As God as my witness, through teary-eyed tyranny
Knowledge itself is the caveat and the dollar itself is the demigod
Listen, nigga, this is The Iliad
Flip the dollars for wealth until our figures resemble the myriad
We are the inventors, we are the lenders, we are the matriarchs
Only thing we didn't make was slavery laws
And on this specific day, it's the end of the prison sentence, this is the period
A rich man wrote this with a poor man's focus
A sick man quotes this, but the dope man sold this
Lookin' for a soulmate and the bitch playin' Go Fish
Provin' you got heart doin' dirt for The Tin Man in a quicksand culture
Standin' on anything I said like the kickstand open
Feelin' like Rembrandt sculpted some shit that just van Gogh get
I am the descendant of the original, physical melanin skin man
The highly-intelligent pride of the ghetto, the Zinjanthropus
The Phantom's so clean you can't see the lord sit down, she is gorgeous
All you see is a steerin' wheel floatin', led by a herd of stampedin' horses
Checks and balances by the curb
Steps to amateurs flyin' birds
Connected annual to a buyin' surge
Expectin' the amateurs to try and merge
To try and lessen the blesses, but you can never lessen the connection of the indefinite pentameter Ryan serves tryin' words
This is Category A
Definition, battered slave of yesterday
Recognition by cattle
Present picture, a guy battles sexuality in tight apparel, eyeshadow
That's not deep, I'm shallow
As time travels, rapper-boys get to doin' acid on stage
Wearin' satchels, catchin' cases like statutory rape
Online actin' like natural-born slaves, really
I guess it's from the back of the back to back to sittin' with my back to the shadows
With actors standin' behind me with puppets controlling nothing but shapes
But that shapes our fate
This is the Allegory of the cave theory by Plato, and this is the first chapter
The first forty-eight, "Death Of the Dope Man"

Dope Man lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Emanny & Cedric the Entertainer)

[Emanny:]
Hey-ey-ey-ey
Prophesize to be your king
He's a king of the street
Man of the world, who the little boys wanna be
He's the dope man
Ohh (Ooh)
Just the ghetto hood celebrity
Chains and shackles, just a distant memory
He's the dope man (Ooh)
I ain't talkin' pimps and hoes, I'm talkin' Cadillac drove on 24s
He's the dope man
What you see is what you get, he's off it
He's our dope man (Yeah)

[Cedric The Entertainer:]
It's 72 degrees and it doesn't get better than this
The weather is so beautiful outside
It's gonna warm up a little bit
And I wanna shout out to all those people that are
Headed out for good times with family and friends
Just a little relaxin', enjoyin' yourselves
I wish it was me joinin' you
But I'm right here doin' the thing that gets it groovin'
The moves and the sounds
Only on Smooth Grease FM

[Royce da 5'9" (Emanny):]
Dope man, please, can I have another hit
Dope man (Girl, can I have some more)
Dope man, please
Give it up, give it up for
Give it up, give it up for
Dope man, please (Ooh)
Dope-dope-dope man

[Royce da 5'9":]
Old head starin' at me, they some has-beens, I'm the nigga that they never was (Dope man)
Your mama used to be a dime piece (Dope man), now I let her and your auntie split a dub (Dope man)
Mommy got a fat ass in a sundress, I'ma see if I can get a hug (Dope man)
Fucked your baby mama, only problem is now it's too hard to get rid of her (Dope man)
One man treasure and another man trash, you can call me a litterbug (Dope man)
White cop call me a nigga while the wife pops call me a jitterbug (Dope man)
One man white powder army could wipe out an army of Twitter thugs (Dope man)
Put the weed man out of business at a time when the town needed realer drugs (Dope man)

[Emmany & Royce da 5'9":]
Dope man, please (Ohhh)
Dope man, please, can I have another hit?
The government injected crack into my natural habitat
Charged me with possession and arrested me for havin' it after that
Pulled up in the Wraith, know it really hurts
As the oldest had to get a couple in blood
Dope man, please, can I have another hit
Dope man (We gon' split a Dutch)
Dope man, please
Dope man, please
Dope-dope-dope man
Dope man, dope man
Dope-dope man, dope man
Please, can I have another hit?
Dope man, dope man
Give it up, give it up for (Dope man, please)
Give it up, give it up for

I Don't Age lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

Product of the dope game
Mama wanted no pain, papa wanted cocaine
Papa smokin' pot over the pot, over the stove flame

Dollar short from acquirin' no change
Started out with no shame, to ridin' 'round in Mulsanne
Tolerance high, feel no pain
Cotton mouth with guys who got the code names
I remember nodding' out, too hot, just watching' Soul Train
Now I'm yachtin' out the boat brain
Hunnid thousand dollar gold chain
Wife done got too pricey for a Cadillac
Too icy to be fightin', too godly for a battle rap
Too nice to be in cyphers, too deep for moderation
Too free for exoneration, and seekin' validation
Young, black, receivin' salutations

Product of the dope game
Mama wanted no pain, papa wanted cocaine
Papa smokin' pot over the pot, over the stove flame

Flier than the sky, I am the pilot of the soul plane
Writer of the 'pyrus, I was a writer way before fame
All y'alls do is cypher, I came from the bottom From the soil right where the rose came
I'm too private to try to expose lames
And I'm too violent to be ridin' with those things
I'm too shady to be neutral, these artists try to divide us
If I go Kendrick Lamar, the world gon' watch the "Control" change
I'm way too vicious to ask for my respect
I'm way too mission for the dissin', man, listen
Even mindin' my business I deal with entire
Always on time to collect, like the IRS

Product of the dope game
Masterful of cocaine
Violence over dyin' over war games

Die here and get choked, lames
Die here in the choke chains
Advise you in the full, mane, Siamese, your whole Fram
How can I be washed? I'm havin' shooter, rifle thoughts
Suicidal thoughts, I should be writin' these rhymes in the diary of Cobain
Beat him 'till his Bible lost
Beat him 'till he dies and then beat his body 'till we revive 'em
And his po's came
Where I come from, I tell the jokes and you the joke
Where I come from, I sell the dope, you do the dope
My brethren, I'm not a legend, I'm not a vet
Do not address me as second, I'm the best
You niggas always sleepin', I'd rather stay woke
They say you are what you eat, but I never ate G.O.A.T
I went from straight poor to shoppin' malls
And Wraiths blowin' gray smoke
Dialed in like conference calls
Strapped up like Waco
Playin' Hov, Friend or Foe
Lost friends like Ross and Rachel
In the road, big bro was a criminal
Give you L's, gimme O's
The only thing that look good on paper to me is Benji's, ho
My sobriety's been more faithful to me than these hoes
Never compromisin' my intellect for the Internet
Just send these goals in the rose
How the fuck this nickel-ninin', Yes Man
When 24/7, I stay in the no
'Fore I hold a grudge, I take a flight to Paris
'Fore I spill blood, I drink a pint of theirs
I don't age

Pendulum lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Ashley Sorrell)

As the Lord swings the pendulum
'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
As the Lord swings the pendulum
'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

When it ain't nothing left to be, for these hoes, but a bitch
Ain't nothing left to heat on the stove, but a brick
Ain't nothing left to eat for the po', but the rich
As the Lord swings the pendulum
Time to divvy up your pieces with the deal
All my people gon' be speaking what they feel (What they feel)
All my people gon' be eating what they kill (What they kill)
Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
Nigga, we gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
We gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
Roll this weed with your degrees up in Hell

As the Lord swings the pendulum
'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
As the Lord swings the pendulum
'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

All y'all dudes is straight facades, you just lie and scheme
Mark Cuban 'round your shooters, you just buy a team
Started beef on IG and hide behind a meme
Dark secrets, closet probably look like Halloween
Y'all come out the closet just to market y'all new garbage
I'm inside your bitch apartment, dick is parked about nine inches in the carcass
Like Mister Marcus
Too narcissistic to be licking carpet
Too artistic to nut, this a catharsis
Fuck all that shit you talking
Y'all won't stand, y'all won't kneel, all y'all with is marching
Hard labor for your racist Caucasian bosses
Talkin' straight into a wire while it's taped across you
I'm still learning, wheels turning, tryin' to get the fortune
My side chick is still burning out, my dick is scorching
Talkin' 'bout, "I think I'm pregnant, I'm not with abortion"
Any child that slides out you is an instant orphan

That's why it's nothing left to be, for these hoes, but a bitch
It ain't nothing left to heat on the stove, but a brick
It ain't nothing left to eat for the po', but the rich
As the Lord swings the pendulum
Time to divvy up your pieces with the deal
All my people gon' be speaking what they feel (What they feel)
All my people gon' be eating what they kill (What they kill)
Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
Nigga, we gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
We gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
Roll this weed with your degrees up in Hell

As the Lord swings the pendulum
'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
As the Lord swings the pendulum
'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

Your video got four million hits
Oh shit, somebody told you, "You're rich"
You been mixing up your passion with your goals for that fix
For that rose, for that risk, for that blow, for that sniff
I was still a slave just four hundred years ago
Going massive for a cracker wearing a robe
And I just did a deal for my masters and my soul
For that whip, whole clan is in the Phantom
Damn, the roles have been switched
Look, I'm tryna just survive until my payday
Dodging these piranhas tryna rob me, thots around me hollering, "Date rape"
This bitch that's with me now, all she like to do is kiss and sixty-nine
All she gets is time, shit, I ain't signed to TreyWay
Now, I'm falling in a downward spiral
My main ho is Bow Wow's side ho with "model" in the bio
I'm startin' to sound dated
'Cause I ain't paid attention to the climate since the Nae-Nae
I remember sprayin' Cris', hanging, playin' Hurricane Chris, "Ayy, Bay, Bay"
Now I'm syrup sipping, can't sniff, playin' "Dre Day"
Now, don't nobody come and kick it, damn, Pelé
Wishin' that I had one wish, playin' Ray J
I feel like I'm sittin' on a plane that's goin' down
And I'm a pigeon with no wings, sayin', "Mayday"

Calm down, it's your pilot, first class the way you flyin'
Fuck them niggas that's in coach
They too far, can't see you rollin'
Mad that Coach designed your coat
I seen it all before, one-minute-later shit
The next one, niggas ain't gotta commode to take a shit in
Now they in they feelings, reminiscin'
Talkin' 'bout, "Remember when in," nigga, no, I don't
If it ain't business, we ain't never spoke
Don't try to stop me when I'm in the airport
To take a pic, 'cause I won't even pose with you posers
Sorry, I don't know ya

On my mama, nigga
This my shit, nigga, I'm taking it right now, nigga
2019 is my year
I recorded the whole mixtape in 24 hours, nigga
And I dropped it the next day, on MyMixt-
You niggas is trash bruh, making all this trash ass fucking music, bruh
Saturatin' the fucking game, bruh, get the fuck out of my wave, bruh
I sat back 2018, I sat back 2017, and watch all you lame ass rap niggas bruh, sit down and fuck the whole rap game up, bruh
Trolling and shit, bruh

I Play Forever lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Grafh)

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Uh-uh, uh

[Grafh:]
I fell in love with the street life
I-I fell in love with street, that's no lie
No lie, no, no lie
No lie, no, no lie
I fell in love with the street life, I (Boo-boo-boo-boo)

Look, got a raw deal, not at all chill
Nigga we run up under your food like shopping cart wheels
My Glock, make you hop and cartwheel
For props, your block got a call feel
My name dollar bill, holla y'all ill, gotcha
Drop tough like a built Tonka
Still conquer but still ain't contra
Still pop you through your shield, holla (Boo)
I wasn't on the roof but on the mini scooter
Or lickin' hooters with a spliff for Buddha
I was in the inner city sewer, underground dirty-dirty, in the manure
Clip in the Ruger, 'cause I was raised different than you were
Nigga I'm awesome, get off 'em, you all dumb
You all wonder where I get all of my ambience from
You all wonder how I come from the swamp and the pond scum
Peon, comparin' me to y'all is beyond dumb biatch
Me I'm from where it's dark as Hell
'Round the corner from death, right across from Hell
I am Austin Wells tossed in a garbage pail
I'm from the bottom not from Harvard or Yale, darlin'

[Royce da 5'9":]
Uh, prolly took a shot, even shot a few too
Now my future bright, lookin' out is futile
My mom was frugal, my pop was brutal
School of hard knocks, all I did around the clock was doo-doo
On the block all day and night like a prostitute do
Every artist out there y'all like on the charts a doo-doo
I'm from where thots will convolute you, the cops are cuckoo
Charge you, try you and prosecute you, if not just shoot you
Knock off your whole tribe with the chopper like Chaka Zulu
Chef the impossible, opposite pyrex pots are voodoo
Block magician, I chop a brick to a pasta noodle
Fuck the charts I roll out I swapped the old out and copped the new-new
This is my possible moment of truth, shouts to Guru
Cocked the Glock, let it do the do like cock-a-doodle
Hospital, nah, growin' up only doctor you knew
Was Dr. Dre, Dr. Jay, and maybe that Dr. Drew dude
I was raised by Gregory and James Evans, dawg
I catch you without that weapon that's Frank Drebin, dawg
That's naked dawg, that's sacred dawg
I spray your dawg, that's aerosol, let's face it dawg
I Che Guevara, dawg, y'all make mistakes, not me, I create eras, dawg
I play forever dawg, forever-ever dawg?
Ever-ever dawg, ever-ever dawg?
I play forever, dawg, never lost
Record of wins and lessons, y'all
Too effortless with the rhetoric to be a legend dog
As far as the bars and the measures I'm prolly highly regarded as God up in Heaven, dawg
I play forever, dawg
I play forever, dawg
Far as the art, I'm what else but Magellan, dawg
Hella bars, Nelson Mandela, dawg
Draped in Maison Margiela, dawg, they jealous, dawg
These niggas fake, I'm the eight kissin' the figure eight, playin' Drake at a weddin', dawg
Put that together, dawg, I'm clever dawg
I play forever, dawg, ever-ever dawg?
Ever-ever dawg
These sessions are blessings, dawg
Clever thoughts comin' out the barrel of G Dep Smith & Wessons, dawg
These thoughts are the confessions, dawg
Ever dawg, I play forever, dawg

[Grafh:]
I-I fell in love with street, that's no lie
No lie, no, no lie
No lie, no, no lie
I fell in love with the street life, I

Ice Cream (Interlude) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

[Mother (Son) {Ice Cream Man}:]
(Hey mommy?)
Hm?
(What's a allegory?)
An allegory is a story with a subliminal meaning that has a political message based off the writer's mind
(Can you give me something from the ice cream truck?)
Of course baby
{What's goin' on 'lil man, what can I get for you?}
Now for as long as I can remember, the ice cream truck been playin' the same song
I bet you don't even know the origin of it, do you? Do you, Mr. Ice Cream Man?
{Lady, what the hell are you talkin' ab-}
Allow me to enlighten you, Mr. Ice Cream Man
A white man named Harry C. Brown made a racist ass song called "Nigga Love A Watermelon"
That was in 1916 on Columbia Records and here you are a 100 years later comin' through your neighborhood playin' the same fuckin' song
Way to go Mr. Ice Cream Man
{Wait a minute, hold up}
{Ain't you neverteddy69 from Tinder?}

On The Block lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Oswin Benjamin & DJ Premier)

[Royce da 5'9":]
Come to the block and make the papers
Come to the block- (Block-)
Come to the block and make the papers
Kids hustle on the block (The block)
Come to the block and make the papers
My theme is all about making the green (Green)
This style of mine is well-defined
Kids hustle on the block (Okay), The block

We got Preemo on them cuts, we got Pinot in them cups
Contraband in quarter panels, four, five kilos by the struts
Put your faith in mortal man and he shall terrorize your trust
Shots of Everclear, if nothing just to sterilize the Dutch
Sink an entire empire with my placebo methods
Rebuild an entire empire with my tuxedo measurements
I'm the lyrical audio version of Mona Lisa, recorded to tape, though
Mama didn't give birth to me, she just aborted the golden ratio (Woo)
Look here, y'all should come procreate with a winner
If I should catch a fade with an earthquake I'll make it a tremor
I'm cold enough to go on a date with the eighth of December
When I'm finished, make the rest of the winter pay for the dinner, nigga
We collect bones where blood is drawn and slugs is blown
Nigga, we catch bodies where drugs is thrown, here for the throne
Look, wifey realer than Lauren London on the corner hustling
Like a Detroit party when "Step in the Name of Love" is on

[Oswin Benjamin:]
Come to the block and make the papers
Come to the block- (Block-)
Come to the block and make the papers
Kids hustle on the block (The block)
Come to the block and make the papers
My theme is all about making the green (Green)
This style of mine is well-defined
Kids hustle on the block, uh, okay

Kool-Aid known by colors, boy, we ain't no flavors (Ain't no flavors)
We relate to Jesus, most my people born in mangers, too
They ain't know their fathers (Fathers), they were born to strangers (Strangers)
We were raised by VR Troopers (Troopers), Wishbone and Power Rangers (Ayy)
Yeah, we confronted the danger (Ayy), we never did fear the outcome (Naw)
Cap guns turned into revolvers, never leave home without one (Never leave home)
Invested in quarters and Marvel vers' CAPCOM, see my nigga turn Mega Man (Mega Man)
Since eleven never seen 'em caught without a firearm in his palm, you would think they connected, woah
We was broke on a mission for the chose
Sold integrity for neck when chickenheads would come approach
Bitches swallow dick and sang on Sunday, oh, but this ain't vocal
We were suckers though, we tried to make a wife out of them hoes
Stuck in the middle of 30 a time, shepherd been a black sheep
Lowest totem on the pecking order, all the pretty hoes wanted athletes
Bamboozled by the bamboo-wearing bad bitches with the fat cheeks
That made us wait on the same pussy that got ran through like a track meet, treadmill

Come to the block and make the papers
Come to the block- (Block-)
Come to the block and make the papers
Kids hustle on the block (The block)
Come to the block and make the papers
My theme is all about making the green (Green)
This style of mine is well-defined
Kids hustle on the block (The block)

[Royce da 5'9":]
Young niggas get on they 'Gram and gotta start talkin' all silly and shit
Talkin' 'bout runnin' my city and shit
All this ol' gun hostility shit, artillery shit
All this ol' menacin', killin' me shit
Reminiscin' about prison, ain't really this shit
But got caught stealin' and shit
Sittin' in a van with killers and shit
Pistol in hand, dumb-dumbs in my lap, ventriloquist shit
I Proof, I Blade and Dilla this shit
I prove I'm great at flippin' this shit
And building this shit, Dan Gilbert-in' shit
Damn [?] shit

Generation Is Broken lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

I'll fuck yo' bitch up, let's go (Look at America's entertainment, hurrah)
Generation is broken and we was chosen to rise
Been through all this pain ju-

Overcomer lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Westside Gunn)

[Westside Gunn:]
Ayo
Ayo

All we did was slang dope (All we did was slang dope)
Mini Tech, that's my main hoe (Grrr)

Fishscales pictures, wish you well
Heard you got 30 up the North it's aight, mean he ain't need no scale
Ruger shells at Bloomingdales (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Word on the streets he had two for sale
Pistol in your mouth like a root canal
Aston with the missing roof, pissin' Vueve (Vroom)
Put ten on your head, I bet they get you soon
Courtside, Zion got 30, Bron got 50 (Ah)
I better cook a brick in a jiffy (Whip)

All we did was slang dope (All we did was slang dope)
Baby Tek, that's bae bro (Grrrrrr)

Came home scramblin', all you heard was ambulance
Somebody got hit on the corner, doin' hand to hands
12-12's out the minivan, it had the ceiling fan
Dashboard had the chandelier
Sold grams for years, baggin' up, tasting tears
Hit 'em up close, you gotta face the fears (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Where I'm from, drivebys is overrated (Overrated)
If you got five bodies then you famous (Then you famous)
Get a hammer for the brick, we gotta break it (Gotta break it)
Shit broke the blender, nigga (Grrr)

All we did was slang dope
All we did was slang dope
All we did was slang dope (Doo-doo-doo)
All we did was slang dope
All we did was slang dope
All we did was slang dope
All we did was slang dope

(Griselda)
(I need your screamin' love
Darling, can't you see
I need your screamin' love
Darling, can't you see
Oh-oh
Woo, I love you
All I wanted)
Boo-boo-boo-boom

[Royce da 5'9":]
In search of right like the birth of Christ
Breakin' every generational curse in life
Perverse concise make sure the verse is right
Return who adverse to the Earth
Make sure that my hearse is white
And the contract Jewish, to match a grind that's foolish
A Koran that's Buddhist
Rappin' so Mike Caren and Denaun stack moolah
As I sign on the dotted line with the passion of a blind tattooist
In reaction to slithers from lizards mouth
Yelawolf this is your first and your last pass
I ain't gon' put it on blast, your punk ass know what this about
You think it's 'bout being loud or tryna be hostile
'Til you get found face down on the ground outside of Kid Rock house
Though you a vulture pundit, I hope you get sober from this
Men lie, women lie, so do numbers
The energy never lies when you a over comer
The energy never dies when you a over comer
I don't rhyme for the likes, I'm who the jealous target
I'm underground for life this shit is a cellar's market
The rich get richer, the po' get mo' greedy
We need Clarance A. to get what's owed in these board meetings
Rappers catch Ls after just squeezing 'em four Feezys
Crackers pattern themselves after the teachings of Morris Levy
But I was dubbed the greatest by the gossip
I'm King Tut to haters from this Spyder cockpit
It's Jacob Custom makes me fire watches
Inspired by Cool J drivin' Saabs
With Cut Creator right beside him drivin' Mazdas
I was labeled "drug-related" by the coppers
A government that through the republic
Has been subjugated by the mobsters
Martin got shot on the Lorraine balcony, became alchemy
Was spit on at the hospital when suffocated by the doctors
Michael was sniped at six at night, precisely by a laser
Mac Miller died pleadin' for his life, reciting God's prayer
Immaculately conceived, the product of Nas' labor
Ain't shit like me, I'm Chris Lighty I'm Violator
Dedicated to the edification of sellin' blackness
I feel like Dame yellin' at Kevin Liles over leather jackets
Prince when he told Nas "Own your masters or your ass out"
Best rapper between Cardi and Meg the Stallion is Kash Doll

Overcomer
This Detroit, energy I'm on forever
Shout out to every body who made it (Overcomer)
And remember, God doesn't call the qualified
He qualifies the called, that's Christine Caine
Overcomer
The energy never dies (Overcomer)
The energy never lies (Overcomer)
Oh yeah
The station that keeps you in the groove
On the move to Saint-Tropez
It is that kind of weekend, keepin' it cool laughin' with friends, family

Ms. Grace (Interlude) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

Ms. Grace, what kind of round in your hand?
22
What kind of round in your hand now?
380
What kind of round in your hand?
380
What kind of round in your hand now?
345
What kind of round in your hand now?
22
Ms. Grace, if you wanna give a job to your family and friends, what is that called?
Nepotism
If you have a bunch of friends who don't do shit, are they an asset or a liability?
A liability
How many people on the registered sex offender list?
750,000
Daddy taught you that you a goddess so you could never be anybody's what?
Bitch or ho
Who was Huey P. Newton?
An African political activist, a revolutionary who, along with Bobby Seale, co-founded the Black Panther Party in 1966
Who's coming to save you?
Nobody, I have to save myself
If I die today, then what's your job?
Pick up where you left off and take care of my siblings
Good job, good job

Thou Shall lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Kid Vishis)

[Royce da 5'9":]
Thou shalt not fuck with Detroit me
Never owned a coogie, Ford truck, or a pair of them gator Maureys
Please hold your applause for these parables and stories
Give all praise to Allah, to God be the glory
My Papa raised me like I'm a dog with rabies
Playin' the hard-to-hard in a dropped Mercedes
Ridin' with the chopper daily
Pupils dilated like I'm Sada Baby
Nozzle on that gun larger than the one on that Gaga lady
Play with my time like I'm a playful don
My arm comes out the car, my window down like I'm tryna borrow some Grey Poupon
First these bitches love it, then they hate it, then they hate to love it
I'm straight with publishin', I don't care if the radio station's stubborn
Y'all hate us busters, I'm David Ruffin
It'll take me nothin' to put your life on a dollar menu right there by the Egg McMuffin
While these boys order shots, snortin' rocks, and importin' thots
I'm floatin' with 40 knots to the bag, like I'm a border cop
Any artist in hip-hop fuck with Nickel stock, sure to drop
Especially if he Russel Wilson, good guy, sorta pop
You sure to die, pallbearer's brain flowers, he's mortified
Me and Porter got the same stayin' power that hoarders got
Whoever Superman, I got kryptonite in these hands
But I'd rather soup-a-man, leave you liquified with these cans
I don't care if you rap niggas is trendin', topic your shit is garbage
You couldn't make a classic out of that trash if you had Brenda drop it
You at the rental car spot Enterprise, while I'm enterprisin'
I don't cop my whips without coppin' rims and a body kit and my tint is darkened
Closest I'ma probably get to window shoppin'

Alright we're gonna try a new sound

[Kid Vishis:]
Uh, yeah, yeah
Alright we're gonna try a new sound
Say goodbye to the good guy
I hot boxed on your block and I got the whole hood high
You know who all the dead niggas is, they tryna look live
Instagram post bank accounts, it wouldn't look right
Your favorite rapper's sweet, you look up to geeks
I wanna flip the world upside down and make all you niggas look up to the streets
I don't believe none of you frail niggas
A man should never be described as petite
I don't wait when it's war, I'm on some now shit
Leave your mama prayin' over beef, I halal shit
All these foul styles goin' 'round and y'all allow it
No skill required, the game's overcrowded
So when a rapper say he can spit now, I doubt it
You could listen to Future but just know who the now is
I get to share a stage with Nickel Nine, that's crazy
We on tour with Eminem, baby, that's Shady
Room full of naked chicks, surrounded by pussy
'Cause I rap amazin', you at the crib hatin'
With your kittens, lookin' like the weird cat lady
Trippin' watchin X-vids while I'm with your ex-bitch, 'til I'm restless
Don't want me to send goons to investigate they faux niggas
And believe me, it's hard to find a coffin that's pretzel shape
When goin' to the special place
Say an extra grace, black men in America ain't just slaves
Long as the queen don't need nothin' for [?] a seven
While I'm still buildin' credit outta debt
I know where I'm headed, I don't need the reverend
Royce gave me access to the lab, I got the key to Heaven

FUBU lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Conway the Machine)

[Conway the Machine:]
I am that nigga, it's obvious
These niggas broke, on their pickpocket, watching us
They see the watch and this jewelry we rocking
Get sick to their stomach, now they try to plot on us
They know this extendo we got on us
Can't name a time when it's not on us
Hope they try robbing us
So they can go back and tell niggas about all these bullets they got from us
I let that blocker on low, I put that pot on the stove, yeah
Now these CDs only product I sold
Fans in Berlin going out of control, yeah
I fuck a lot of new hoes
Penthouse on top of the Lowes, Versace my robe
What's in my pocket? A knot I can't fold
Make sure my Gelato is rolled
Uh, I am on a whole another level than you, uh
My grandma used to say, "Boy, you got the devil in you"
Fuck around, get some metal in you
My name ring bells, I could sell out whatever venue

[Royce da 5'9":]
For us, by us
For us, by us
For us, by us
For us, by us
(For you) By us
(For you) By us
(For you) By us

I'm tired of hearing about what all these rappers'll do
First of all, none of y'all can last in the booth
I don't know what's faster, your wounds turning black or to blue
The media, the slap of the shoe
Step to a nigga just to step on a nigga
Sounds easier to me than counting backwards from two
Bring the hood peace, you expect it by the Benzes
Shell catch an iron, you ain't pressured by forensics
Half you niggas rhyming transgenic
You say they gotta question how you meant it
I transcend, forever monumented
Not even Netflix could document it
My son got autism from injection by syringes
These nerds ain't warriors, we heard the same story and
You niggas blowing whistles at Hurricane Dorian
Blowing missiles back to the word of vainglorious
You sissy
Nigga, this is for us, by us
Why you put yours up? I put up my cup
Survivors of systems meant to divide us
You only can afford what you could buy five of
You a fool in a war with the faint of hearts
I'll let the two encores take your brain apart
I'm at the Louvre on the floor by the hanging art
I'm putting numbers on the board like a game of darts
Product of every single blood freckled Timberland
Buy up every building in the projects to contemporary art deco every tenement
My consigliere is marked echo every sentiment
Cop a hundred rides, park 'em all in one garage
Money on my mind like Rocky thunder thighs
Everybody, everybody friends like they from Milan
'Til they in a hole in a line like the number nine
Long hours of perfecting this, 9-7 shit
Spitting seeds left of shells of pistachios on the keys of the Casios, it's the evidence
Bearing my soul, DiCaprio from The Revenant
Phantom looking haunted like a hayride
Camera on the trunk like the one from my prayers
Amethyst a gun, cummerbund child, they lied
Clamp a chick in front, one of one I say I
And you know how I do
Put the beef behind me to put your soul behind you like De La
Twin white Maybachs
Steering wheel wood when I'm floating through the hood like sailors
Couldn't be cut like me if you had ten tailors
Put the wifey in a black bent Bentayga
Judge can't exonerate, violate
Got a mansion by the lake, got a maid, Consuela
I was fly even when I was a damn lie
I was flying standby 'cause of how I expand mics
Triple threat, bitch, I make the track and write
The judge can't give me life, bitch, I am life
You a algorithm
You niggas everything the culture isn't
I don't coach the visit
I don't get into the social digits
I just smoke distribute
Microorganism live in my colloquialisms

A Black Man's Favorite Shoe (Skit) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

Howdy, I'm - and I hate black people
They're the worst, they're stinky, and they just suck
They're just bad people
If you notice over there, there's a box of Jordans
It's the favorite pair of shoes for a black man
I'm going to show you what I think of a black man
Fuck all niggas

Upside Down lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Ashley Sorrell & Benny The Butcher)

(Their lies
Upside down, upside down, down
Their lies
Upside down, upside down)

[Ashley Sorrell:]
When you pull up, will you pull it?
Are you the shooter? Trigger puller
Do you back up what you say you do?
Or Mr. Shoulda-Woulda?
Do you give back to the hood you from?
Or run, go to the jeweler?
When you got beef, will you stand or run?
Or talk from your computer?
Do you boss up? Put your people on?
Or hate 'cause you can't do it?
Will you speak the truth to power?
Or be silent, bite the bullet?
Which one are you?
Which one are you?

[Royce da 5'9":]
Why the gay niggas tryna fuck the straight niggas
That's tryna fuck the gay bitches that look just like the straight niggas?
While the straight niggas that the gay bitches tryna look just like
Tryna look, just like the gay niggas, I must look just like the grave diggers
You think you the people's champ 'cause people playin' your single
But I don't think that you can keep playin' with me though
'Cause every time I squeeze a damn 3-4, that's the reaper playin' bingo
That's a kilogram wrapped up on the Peter Pan Prevost
Whoever think I'm here to make some corny ass radio
Viacom jingle got my whole diatribe tangled
Sittin' high up on them tires, on my high horse, I'm Django
Likened by white powder, John Stamos
Probably the only artist, who can father time, John Amos
Rapper God erupted out of a Comic-Con-cano
Committin' lyrical homicide while beside Premo
To the downers, I'm Drano, to the genre, I'm Thanos
Any spitter think he sicker than that, I have the antidote
Take it back to when it was eighths in the pack
Kidnap you over that lil' rap you wrote, leave your family take in the back
By the handsome quote, that I left on that ransom note
I ain't one of these dudes who be computer screen beefin'
Gorilla nigga, killin' his Twitter TL, verbal abusin' females
Bill Maher use the term "nigga" so loosely
'Cause truthfully, he know that he be usin' it on the DL
Louis C.K. know he can use it in front of Pookie
But know damn well that he wouldn't use it in front of DL
White kids graduate to relationships with a ton of perks
Black kids, just aggravated and had to take a ton of Percs
You come to church the 1st and 21st, and when it come to dirt
Gucci ain't the only one's puttin' black faces on front of shirts
Black women wanna be built like cartoon characters, Eric Cartman
That bears a strikin' resemblance to Saartjie Baartman

Now Google that when you get a chance
You gon' find out America's heartless
Remember, the effort has to go into the art, not the wave
Everybody talking 'bout they own their masters
But if the music don't age well, it don't matter
It's like you own a hundred percent of nothing
Know your value

[Benny The Butcher:]
The Butcher comin', nigga
All them times, you gave 'em your best, got you complicatin' your stress
Cash rules, your last move got 'em contemplatin' your next
I'm the one behind the wheel when them conversations go left
I need violence, Rasheed Wallace, I'm okay with a TEC
What's the difference from a nigga who lived it and storytellers?
Of course we felons, sold a brick whiter than Tori Spelling
Roll with killers, nobody on my block was poorer than us
I put a fork in the pot and got a euphoric feeling, uh
Young heathens clap tools over VVS jewels
White kids pull heaters at school, wanna CBS News
Became a legend for the skeptics who ain't believe me that do
And for mornings, I never ate unless they feed me at school, uh-huh
Servin' out pots, had me turnin' out blocks
It's Griselda, nigga, you know we The Firm without Fox'
Everything about timing and I was stern on my clock
'Cause niggas out now grindin', tryna earn what I got, uh
Stick to the script, my advantage was hustle
So I'm sayin' off the muscle, I'm headin' careers, I have cancelled a couple
The shooter cross the Atlantic to touch you
Rubber bands in the duffle with both hands full, I ain't panic, I juggle
I'm very confident, y'all barely poppin' it, uh
Y'all niggas treat every project chick like Kerry Washington
Jail, backstabbin' to Hell, I took a consequence
A yard big enough at the crib to bury hostages

Perspective (Skit) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

[Eminem:]
But you've got people of all races coming together and tryna shape this from the ground up
So now you got little white kids growin' up with black idols
And you got black kids growin' up with white idols
And you got- it's just this whole mixing pot
Nothing has brought more races and more people from all different walks of life together than hip-hop
No music has done that, I don't think anything has done that as much as hip-hop has
So, in the same token, I can understand the frustration being that, you know, damn near every form of music, period
Was created by black people
So, you got Chuck Barry, you got Rosetta Tharp
And rock n' roll is starting to get some attention but then along comes Elvis
And people are acting like, "Oh my God I've never seen this before"
You've seen it before, but you might not have seen a white person do it to this level
So now, he sells the most records and people are callin' him the king of rock n' roll right?
But, on the flip side of the coin, if I'm a black kid, growin' up in say the 60s, 70s, 80s, whatever right
And I'm lookin' at TV and nobody looks like me and it's very stereotypical and I'm lookin' at fuckin'-
I'm lookin' at toys and everything is white, the fuckin' action figures are all white
The fuckin' superheroes are all white
Like maybe there's one or two black superheroes mixed in there with mostly white
I don't know how I'd grow up and not have a chip on my shoulder
On the other flip side of that coin
We don't get to choose our parents, we don't get to choose what color we're born
It's more about- at that point it becomes "You're born here, you are waht color you are, what nationality you are"
And it's what you do with it, right
To make a difference
To make a difference
To make a-
To make a difference

Tricked lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. KXNG Crooked)

[Royce da 5'9":]
Trick, trick, trick
It's a trick, trick, trick
We've been tricked, it's a trick
Trick, we've been tricked

Tricked into thinking we need that, we need this
Tricked into thinkin' since we rap, we get rich
Trick, trick, my nigga it's a trick
Trick, trick, it's a trick, we've been tricked
Into thinkin' that the art is a pie to be split
My nigga it's a farse, it's a lie, we've been tricked
If you can name a record label guy takin' risks
Then I can name a misdirected guy that's been tricked
Tricked, this is why I don't fuck with them
Only thing they takin' is your publishin'
Watch you make mistakes in the court of public sin
Got you concentratin' on hittin' the club, gettin' spins
Ballin' off of your budget, that's at your expense
Your A&R spendin' five, they deductin' ten

Trick, trick, trick
Trick, we've been tricked
Trick, it's a trick
My nigga it's a trick

Tricked into thinkin' we need them to exist
Tricked into thinkin' that my sister is a bitch
Thinkin' that I can kiss these random bitches on the lips
Thinkin' that my health is not an issue 'til I'm sick
Forever havin' issues with my brother, that's a trick
Because we Crips and Bloods we kill each other, that's a trick
Think that because you do crime that you cannot fall victim
Think you can drink and drive, not end up in car collision
From day one at the hospital they target our children
Say they gonna immunize 'em they somehow get autism
Incriminate myself on records speakin' on my life
Expect to receive blessings out here cheatin' on my wife

Trick, trick, it's a trick
We've been tricked
Trick, trick
My nigga you've been tricked

[KXNG Crooked:]
The owners of the prisons are magicians, that's a trick
Wala, disappearin' in the system, that's a trick
Trick, trick, my nigga we've been tricked
Trick, trick, my nigga that's a trick
The pen is a black magic trap, that's a trick
Pull your rabbit ass out and put you back, that's a trick
Thinkin' it's a right of passage for a black male
Ain't a real nigga 'til you enter that jail
It's a trick, it's a spell
You're bewitches, it's a L
You're bigger than that prison like Mandela in the cell
Made you fall in love with sittin' in a prison room
They swept you under the rug, with the wicked witch's broom
What about your son sittin' in your bitches womb?
Without you he's a thug, prison business just resumes
Trick, trick, my nigga it's a trick
Trick, trick, we've been tricked, it's a trick
Them 360 deals got 'em livin' in your pockets
Now everything you gross is hittin' different than your profits
Thinkin' you the man 'cause you made a million dollars
They wave a magic wand, Uncle Sam fill his wallets
Trick, trick, my nigga you've been tricked
Trick, trick, it's a trick, we've been tricked
Trick, trick, my nigga you've been tricked
Trick, trick, my nigga you've been tricked
Tricked into thinkin' your amendments really matter
The right to bear arms was only made for Grizzly Adams
Trick, trick, my nigga you've been tricked
Trick, trick, we've been tricked, it's a trick
Thinkin' your degree will have everything protected
A ghetto soundin' name, got your resume rejected
And politicians lie, got their clever ways perfected
'Cause puppet masters still control whoever they elected
Trick, trick, my nigga-

Black People In America lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

I never asked-
I didn't know- I didn't know if they injectin' shit in me
Black people don't need no shots for that
But why is that- (They don't), why is that even a rumor that you need shots?
The same way they told you AIDS started in Africa (Right)
You could die from malaria, they told you all that stuff, you know that stuff
Why does that rumor even exist?
'Cause they know the value of black people going back home (Ahh)
Can you just imagine if African Americans in America decided, "You know what man, fuck America, we going back home"
And then every- all the value that we bring here, we took over there?
America wouldn't exist no more

Black Savage lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" & T.I. (feat. Sy Ari Da Kid, White Gold & CyHi The Prynce)

Yeah, I ain't ya average rapper residing in Calabasas
Mashin' the Aston through Malagasy in Madagascar
I don't believe in your white Jesus and last suppers
I place value on brothers who never had justice

I am the black savage
Ali and Foreman in Zaire fightin' for black magic
Rifles and flack jackets
Momma was suicidal
Poppa had bad habits
Product of true survival
Rocker like Black Sabbath
Hoppin' up out the Chevy
Pac, Biggie, Machiavelli
OG like Nas or Reggie
Culture like Ox in Belly
Vulgar like Akinyele
Focus like Dr. Sebi
We did it your way but now the culture is boppin' to our Sinatra medley

I'm limitless energy they gimmicks and imagery
Kendrick, Cole and the Kennedys lyrical Holy Trinity
General of the city they into promoting silly beef
Keepin' it Willy D, Weezy on the A Milli beat
Dream Chaser facin' the enemy like my n- Meek
Tyler Perry writing my winning speech like it's Emmy week
Heart of gold never sold my soul Glock weighs a ton
Hov tellin' Lori Harvey no at Roc Nation Brunch

One life to live just don't settle
One life I'ma live forever
Stand for something, fall for nothing, no
Rest in Peace to the dead, that's on my soul
You only die once and then you gone
We thought we'd be fightin' all along
Who don't know the rights from the wrong
Truth comes to the light behind it all

How much more do you want
You wanna send us back to where we came from
'Cause we just savages
Well here's my a- to kiss yeah yeah
I'm made of gold my-
I go back home, I'm a goldmine-
We taking all the land back they stole my-
'Cause what you reap now is what you show my-
Where your soul my-

One life to live just don't settle
One life I'ma live forever
Stand for something, fall for nothing, no
Rest in Peace to the dead, that's on my soul
You only die once and then you gone
We thought we'd be fightin' all along
Who don't know the rights from the wrong
Truth comes to the light behind it all

If I ruled the world

I would go return all the gold that was stole
(I would go return all the gold that was stole)
They tryin' to take soul outta soul
N- say I sold out I never sold out a show
Even though people drove out in droves
Plus a whole lotta hoes I suppose
On the road to success
You gotta pay the toll I was told
I don't hang with pawns I'm Genghis Kahn
Slang with a gang of cons that came with guns
Who speak the language from the ancient ones
Dangerous huh
We shinin', shame the sun
Do I move D or stay in Saint Laurent
Cause y'all fashion week and this ain't Milan
Collusive to your once Ponce De Leon
Make sure the pepper corn sauce on my fillet mignon my n-

One life to live just don't settle
One life I'ma live forever
Stand for something, fall for nothing, no
Rest in Peace to the dead, that's on my soul
You only die once and then you gone
We thought we'd be fightin' all along
Who don't know the rights from the wrong
Truth comes to the light behind it all

My first reaction, raise my hands up along with my antenna
Sinner cause we born sinners
Killas cause we want dinner
Try to warn
Better keep on growin'
Try to stay away from foreign
Better recognize when the devil shows his horns
He enjoying his whores like Donald Goines
There's a difference between yours and Tomeka and Lauren
Young Warren Buffet in his prime you ain't even know it
How she supposed to get thick you just be feedin' her corn
With your corny ass get robbed while she fuckin' on your horny ass
Go to jail tell it all before you ask for your attorney ass
You could never be me
Knew who I was before I got out the trap to sell a CD
I been shoulder to shoulder with gangsta facing LAPD
Felony after felony still they be yelling me free
Now my philosophy is no possession, no apostrophe
Cause ain't no use in being in prison if you don't gotta be
Ironically we dodging crazy crackers with hammers
Just how they used to dodge nigga with braids and bandana
Man it been more mass killin' than it's days in the year
Wonder if fighting for it worth as much as leaving it here
I'm singin'

One life to live just don't settle
One life I'ma live forever
Stand for something, fall for nothing, no
Rest in Peace to the dead, that's on my soul
You only die once and then you gone
We thought we'd be fightin' all along
Who don't know the rights from the wrong
Truth comes to the light behind it all
Truth comes to the light behind it all

Rhinestone Doo Rag lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

Motherfucker, say what?
Yeah
White Jesus taught you heathens cross you niggas just to stone you
Knowledge empowers all you quicker than ignorance disarms you
I hate to see Tee Grizzley going through shit he shouldn't be going through
I hate to see Shady respond to shit he shouldn't respond to
I hate that your Commander In Chief is more demander and thief
And it seems like this boy just can't be impeached
I can't be under the thumb of one who seems to be attracted to his own daughter
Why should we not set up shop?
We black, we are our own barbers
But even a jewel from a fool is still a gem
A dude'll put more energy in killing you than healing him
We went from riding in Yugos to buying sumo statues
When you fall from that level of flying, who gon' catch you?
Pac and Biggie died for you rappers so you don't have to
Martin and Malcolm died for your blackness, pursue your masters
I wore that rhinestone doo-rag so you don't have to
I'ma need you to Google that too
I wore a rhinestone doo-rag, but you don't have to
Next generation, it's on y'all
Motherfucker, say what?

Young World lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Vince Staples & G Perico)

Now the moment you've all been waiting for

Yeah, that double barrel need a couple beams
They wanna chip a mind trip and, baby, up my streams
That's how I'm swimmin', hear the hissin' from the serpentine
They tryna rat on my K, got raised to Hell, invade the sales
They want some battles with greats
God fall from his grace, banana clips, them crackers wish that we evolved from the apes
Who done see they homies bleed to death?
The ambulance was runnin' late
The homies had to beat his chest, the pain is in my jungle book
It's crazy, baby, come and look, bandana Baloo
Big drums and sticks, band camp with the crew
Made music infused before I seen the studio
Glock held the stock, 10 shots like a new Malone
You ain't thuggin' 'til your mothers know you doin' wrong
He was a soldier, he can't come home, she kiss him through the phone
But y'all ain't ever do what you rappin'
Yankee fitted, barrel kickin' like it's Snoop in Manhattan, Norf

Hey, young world
[?] fake man
Y'all know the beef from the hood, it'll never
Tell 'em DJ turn it up, turn-turn-turn it up
The bitches, the chains, respect before fame
Those are things that make the young world go 'round
The riches, the game, the Bentley Mulsanne
Type of things that make the young world go 'round

Hey, young world
Hey, young world
Don't you change, for the world (You gotta be you)
Hey, young world
Hey, young world
I saw you change the world

Yeah, that Adderall got you up
Them student loans that you owe got you fucked
Niggas like me still stuck on parole
Niggas like me caught cases and never told
Stick to the code, you cracker men make your own rules
But that's only if you really in the for movement
Got my first check and put some ice on my neck
Dropped ten on my card co-signed by my Bic, yeah
Lyin' with the Crip, yeah, doin' wild shit, yeah
Comin' from the ghetto where this ignorance is bliss, yeah
Gun fire sparked the mind now the mind had changed the world
High fashion got me scorin' big with all the fine girls
It was all a dream, GQ magazines
Hit the Billboard, throwin' up the 2 when the big G
Young world, young world, make way for the new progressive gangster with the curl

Hey young world
[?] fake man
Y'all know the beef from the hood, it'll never
Tell 'em DJ turn it up, turn-turn-turn it up
The bitches, the chains, respect before fame
Those are things that make the young world go 'round
The riches, the game, the Bentley Mulsanne
Type of things that make the young world go 'round

The Carolina Panthers have selected with their number one draft pick, Chauncy Blackburn (Hey, young world)
It is rumored that he brought his mother into a brand new home (Young world)
She'll be paying off the interest for the rest of her life, congratulations (Hey young world)
Recent action says that P.Diddy wants to buy the Carolina Panthers (Don't you change)

Fuck the Panthers, we out of fuckin' panthers
Throwin' Benjamins though we could hardly trust the dancer
The truth should set me free, but somehow I'm stuck with answers
Wish I could give George Zimmerman Karlie Hustle cancer
I made millions off of PRhyme, bruh
No one would front though, like where the fans be lined up?
James Ball was speakin' to street niggas with peace signs up
Straight boss, my pheromones secrete Elon Musk
I've grown to rebuke the Bible, had homies that suicidal
I loaned them until they wronged, me when grown men too entitled
Took my first drink at Dr. Dre home 'cause I was homeless
But nowadays wildin' Roman roamin' should do as I do
I ain't here for the prize or medals
Knowledge of God, or lies of Devils
Knowledge of I, or the eyes of several
Death from the gun at the drummer's expense
Tell Trump don't send a tweet, send a plumber to Flint

Take the sky as your limits
Take the sky as your limits
Same ones that tried to hide your lineage
Young world
Young world, young world, young world
World, world, world, world, world
World, young world-world

My People Free lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Ashley Sorrell)

[Intro:]
(Let my people go)
(Let my people go)

[Ashley Sorrell:]
Oh, first off, free Juan, free Brian, and free Jig
Behind bars, doin' bids, locked up on "he say, she say" shit
Separated from their kids, the system's sick
We guilty before we can prove our innocence
Because it's lucrative
The more bodies in cells, the more they can make sales
To get more sales, it makes no sense
And recklin' the major detention center
Won't give their inmates no heat or medical attention
They lie to the masses and downplay their livin' conditions
But steady, they buildin' more prison cells
And increasin' college tuition, closin' down neighborhood schools
They strip away tools, we're still gon' go teachin' them shit they can use
When it's all said and done

[Ashley Sorrell (Royce da 5'9"):]
Ring, ding, dong
Ring, dickding, ding-ding, dong
The bell is ringin', the clock is tickin'
We need to change the way we livin' and how we thinkin'
Ring, ding, dong (Uh)
Ring, dickding, ding-ding, dong
To our people on high positions
Ain't assistin' bein' a house nigga
How you a public figure only worried 'bout your figure?
Free (That's real spirit, Ash)
Let my people free (Lord, physically, spiritually)
Let my people-

[Royce da 5'9":]
I had a nightmare the other night
That all of my prayers were denied
When you look toward a savage nation for humanity
Which one do you want more, the validation or reality?
Let my people free

Yeah, let my people free
I rap for the night Big L and Big and Pac got killed, uh
I know some street niggas that's real
I know some regular niggas who just as real
Some legends who never popped that steel
Street niggas who rap as ill, real life, they not that ill
Niggas with record deals, real life, they contract kill
Niggas who kill to survive, niggas who kill just to kill
A lot of niggas probably want you to die just 'cause you're dressed to kill (Survive that shit)
Your final day might be the day that you finally made it
Only Gucci we acknowledge around this way is Radric Davis
Only thing fly around this way, hollow tips, I dodge that shit
Gave my nigga three to five for marijuana and legalized that shit

[Ashley Sorrell:]
Ring, ding, dong
Ring, dickding, ding-ding, dong
The bell is ringin', the clock is tickin'
We need to change the way we livin' and how we thinkin'
Uh, ring, ding, dong
Ring, dickding, ding-ding, dong
To our people on high positions
Ain't assistin' bein' a house nigga
How you a public figure only worried 'bout your figure?
Free (Free)
Let my people free
Let my people-

[Royce da 5'9":]
I had a nightmare the other night
That all of my prayers were denied
When you look toward a savage nation for humanity
Which one do you want more, the validation or reality?
Let my people free
Let my people free
Let my people free
Let my people free

My appreciation goes out to
Preachers of Islam, David Banner, Derrick Grace, Mike Eric Dyson
D.L. Hughley, T.I.P., Clarence Avant, Steve Carless, Pharrell
Killer Mike, Jay-Z, Dave Chappelle, Jemele Hill
And a special shout out and thank you to Ice T and Ice Cube
For putting your platform on the line
So we could say whatever we want on our platform
You are appreciated

Hero lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. White Gold)

[Royce da 5'9":]
(Ooh-ooh)
Uh
Crown Royal bag open, watching boxing
Arguing with dad, who gon' knock who out, shit
He probably gon' be mad if my fighter drop his
And that's exactly what happened, now he got me moppin'
Damn it

Okay, Papa was my hero, without him, I'd be zero
Probably six feet below, probably sniffin' kilos
Probably homicide or robbery for all that we know
Stayed on top of me, made sure that I achieved
Even more than I believed that I can be though

Okay, Lysol, toothbrush, scrubbin' on the toilet bowl
Soon as they cut the street lights off, you rush home, nigga
You must be on time at all times
You gon' get the stool 'cause you won't miss your school bus
Papa was psychotic, Mama was a goddess
Big bro had a dome missin' screws 'cause I grew up a screw-up
Cop the Book of Ryan, nigga, go and listen to us
Even though sometimes a nigga home would get abusive
But Papa showed us tough love, don't misconstrue us
I talked about his past, I thought I did it with respect
But I'm just dragging all these bags, and all these feelings is suppressed
I'm just a artist, and anytime I write, I put the art first
In retrospect, I feel like you're right, we should've talked first
I apologize

To my hero, without him, I'd be zero
Or probably six feet below, or probably sniffin' kilos
Robberies at college, how do we know?
Gettin' into drama's easy, findin' peace is hard as Finding Nemo
This goes out to y'all if y'all grew up without a hero

Uh, 17, you told me go to the Army or get out
I had to walk, and as I'm walking out
I started having thoughts of all that's happened over the years
And been swept under the rug and never talked about
Wasn't 'til I let go of the grudge
Let all of these feelings on my heart get out
I got all the blessings the reverend talks about
I agree, a lot of things between he and I should be TMI
Y'all can call me anything but me a liar
I just write the truth for free, my mind for the BMI
Uh, not only did I finally realize there is a God
I realized a nigga highly favored
One thing that's phenomenal was the day I decided
To hold myself accountable for my behavior
My bank account would grow
All of the things that Papa instilled inside me
Was like the common denominator
I flew out to NY, I said, "I'm living here 'til I get a deal"
Came back a year later signed to a major
Pop, I just want you to keep my mama happy
She stayed right there beside you through all this time
She went above and beyond faithful
And you inspired me to get dollars, but my way, like Carlito
I'll retire you as soon as I'm able
My hero (My hero)

[White Gold:]
Look what you've done (Nah, nah) (My hero)
Look what you've done (My hero)
We're used to sweepin' problems under the rug
We're used to barely showin' any emotion
Maybe this was the ideal love (My hero)
Look what you've done (Yeah, yeah) (My hero)
Look what you've done (My hero)
We're used to sweepin' problems under the rug (Yeah, yeah)
We're used to barely showin' any emotion (Yeah, yeah)
Maybe this was the ideal love (My hero)
I know, I wanna know what love is all about (My hero)
I wanna know so bad, oh (My hero)
To the one that I love now (My hero)
And I love you so, so, now (My hero)

Royce Da 5'9" other songs:


 

Field Negro lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

You ain't been gettin' this money all your life
Oh you forgot about the roaches and all the mice
Out here livin' an alcoholic rapper artist life
What happened to art is life?
All of you kids is in charter school
And you startin' to do everything in private
Maybe that's from all of the charter flights
Make sure whatever you're doing is not in the dark
You know this shit is bound to come out eventually
Underneath all the lights
Rob a man, kidnap him, take him for all his rights
Degrade him all of his life
Rape his daughter, his wife
Nine months later, use the baby as piranha bait
We wasn't even allowed to pray
Let alone read or write
People like Cube opened them doors are politically correct negroes
Like you, close on 'em, keep you ice
Clap for 'em
They make you feel like they love you there
Your whole platform could swim with the fishes like huggy bear

(Your Maybach in your house is like that important that you won't move at all. It's distractions, that you won't say anything at all in risk of losing something. You won't say anything on anyone's behalf at this point?)

You ain't been gettin' riches ya whole life
Oh, you done forgot?
The oven door open on the stove in the kitchen
To heat up the house 'cause they done cut the heat off on ya home, right?
Okay, now you thinkin' you livin' so far away
Just 'cause you neighbors with Britney and K-Fed
Every artist in the game are phony
Fuckin' all the same thotties in the game since way back
And all the same thots in the game been givin' the same top
To the same guys in the game like one of Sway hats
The plight of the miserable wasted talent
Only guys with the hits of the tigers
Drakes and Khaleds, shit
This is what happens when your favorite artist never get challenged
Your favorite felon from the NFL has been silenced
My dad said, "Under no circumstance should a man
Considered a legend have nothing left on his death bed"
And any black man not willin' to stand up for his own rights
Should lose the use of his right and left leg"
They say I couldn't do it, so I went out and did it
They said they gave it to me, so I ain't ask for more
I stayed active every time a door slammed in my face
Stayed at the door
I stayed knocking, I stayed rockin'
I did it my way without all the complainin'
And all the whinin' all day like Kanye or Wale
For the validation of all the bloggers
And all the same gay ass awards
Fuck y'all and all them gay ass awards
We are livin' inside the same hell
And we all willin' to die to go the same heaven
But we are lyrically not on the same level
I'm scriblin' my killings down and sendin' them out like chain letters
I'm not here for the crown nor Tory Lanez cheddar
I'm here for respect or else I'm willin' to take off the belt
And whoop a young nigga's ass with it like James Evans

(A house negro look at you and say "Man you quick, what you mean separate? Where is there a better house than this? Where can I wear better clothes than this?"
Or is that house negro? In those days he was called a house nigga and what's we call him today, we still got some house niggers runnin' around here)

You only been livin' a small part of your life all the way up
Oh you forgot about your home that you grew up in
When you were starvin' with nothing
When it was stripes on all the canned goods in your closets and cupboards
You grew stripes and you developed the heart of a hustler
My grind Shawn Carter as fuck
I go back in time, sell George Washington Carver a nut
Plus, none of these artist can beat me
I'm [?] Christ on the Noah's Ark on the waters of Fiji
I'm truly the type that'd push your wig farther than BC
Leave your brains all over the street
My heart's on my sleeve, put my seed in the Garden of Eden
And start a new species, please, you know my steez
How you got a team and you ain't got loyalty?
How is y'all the kings and you ain't got royalties?
I been around homicides since Marky D
Kool Rock Ski, you disorderlies, you know my steez

Children is dyin', women is cryin'
We under attack, fool
What a better time to be famous, black and impactful
Name somethin' better to come together as one to react to
Shit we still comin' back from a check your past like lumber jack suits
You play for the NFL, I just wanna ask you
If you don't kneel with Kaep, it's simple math
They cannot run it past you
Niggas innovate, people penetrate, exclaimate
Off our inner hate
We oblige, so they make the riches, we don't rise
They just keep us high
Product of slave privilege, cop Ferraris to race a nigga
I do any job you can pay, if I can make a livin'
Locker straight, a whole lotta pacin', just so I can make a decision
Keep a honorable spirit, with not a whole lot of faith to distribute
They took the scriptures away and replaced it after makin' they own racist revisions
They crazy, basically they create shit just to play shit to take away shit to rig it
I'm pretty sure they maker is livid
They racist, they bigots
What's Christian about that?
They fakeness is vivid, the paper is printed
They should wake up every day and pray to the nature of business
Fuck a Laker, I could never play for the Pistons at the expense of creatin' division
The Wraith is exquisite, I'm 'bout that paper but it's gon' prob'ly take me a minute
I much rather be a atheist chasin' my faith through a prison
Assumin' the information is real, then play for a racist with a racist agenda
I hate you niggas, bow figures
The misappropriation of wisdom got you slaves to your own alienism, to pay a few bills - house nigga
I rather get hit with a Patriot missile than to be out here with ya exhibiting patriotism
They say a broke' clock is right two times, but it's never accurate
Truth time, okay
If some of us don't have time, some of us have time
Some of us perform in the half time
Some of us boycottin' half time
Some of us standin' up
Some of us sittin' down
Reparations and never get back to us
They'll forever just laugh at us
I think I found a way for you niggas to face your truth
Go ahead and try to trace your roots, that shit is rather miraculous
Them niggas took away the message and mess with the message in it
Embellish it just to spin it, just to sell that shit back to us

Greed lyrics - Ransom & Royce Da 5'9"

Turn your back and they'll shove a knife in your ribs
A father raisin' a gun while his son is fightin' a bid
Ironic 'cause he ain't really have nothin' nicer to give
You live the life that you love
Then you'll love the life that you live
So what's the price if you did?
Love life but can't afford a club night
With champagne taste? Money is Bud Light
You tellin' me to be negative
That's your blood type?
It's hard to sleep in a bed you made when the bugs bite
I'm sleepwalkin'
I come outside when the streets darkеn
Try not to oblige when you hear greed talkin'
I'm Frank Whitе it's no plea bargain

King of my city
I'ma serve every damn fiend that I see walkin'
Don't be threatened I teach lessons
Don't call me king 'cause every king suffered a beheadin'
It's seven deadly sins better preach reverend
I sever limbs with this sweet weapon, you better keep steppin'
I'm taking off I'll see you all soon
What's a mogul without his money?
A soldier without his war wounds
I'm hieroglyphics in a lost tomb
These are the facts
If you're the richest in here
Then you're in the wrong room
Shuckin' and jivin' get you called coon (yeah)
We all goons you a cartoon
You play a shark? I can get you harpooned
I talk to 'em like Malcolm under a dark moon
Harsh tunes
You want the smoke? I got all fumes (yeah)
A sharp broom like what God use
In too deep no time to argue
When your skin is a dark hue
Little man got his heart bruised and I'm John Q
Had to breeze when them arms drew (yeah)
Known to squeeze like a mongoose alarm you
Indeed for this greed niggas harm you
Think it's time that you leave
Don't believe but I warned you it's on you (uh)

Invest our spendin' in cars and bikes
Collect our stimulus stars and stripes
We left our women with scars and gripes
In death I'll reminisce starvin' nights
Mama sent me to help out Minnie to borrow some rice
Them jail bars imminent, guards and fights
Them Ls authentic as Karl Kani
And they trendin' as Telfar Clemens and Charleston White (uh)
True anomaly deep a view as optometry
Numerology speakin' through this autonomy
While the leaders confused
Tell Thomas MacDonald we don't agree with his views
But we approve of his honesty
That Beretta too deadly left his head in shambles
Packin' federal weaponry shovelin' mega manholes
Rather eat in the culture, never even to short ya
Who celebrate when they see you ate with seven candles?
Bahamadia or Heather B?
Every queen should never have to question her pedigree
That's Kevin Samuels
Orisha Orula to a kemetic G
My queen, a better you is a better me, that's Tevin Campbell
Why the labels embellish it why they never cancel?
Propagate it to scalin' it while they sellin' scandal
While the reverend rambles
Noreaga probably a better commando
Schwarzenegger was Reagan's Rambo
Your blow stepped on less shown said known
Your connect in the Rolodex Gomez Jones
He with three of his groupies give him co-ed chrome
Leave him with these lil' Uzis, give him four headstones

Gold chain sneakers choose your battle in Juice WRLD
Where Juice WRLD shallow and Cobain's deeper
The dope game's ether cocaine beepers
Coltrane peaks the Mulsanne speakers
The bro can't reach us the woke can't either
Sleepin' with Soul Train divas we post sangria
I speak for my Keishas my no-name chicas
Our folks ain't teach us our dough can't free us
You thousandnaire at the register never popped a tag
Your concierge never helped you out with your shoppin' bag
You not a real goon fam you never got to pass
You not a real DOOM fan you never copped a mask
Been two-steppin' since Jay-Z was yellin' "Holla back"
Produced records for Shady but never got the plaque
What I will retort is highly enforced
Invite me to war smile in the court then buy me a Porsche
Hoes colder than Debbie Allen I'm mighty divorced
Those po'er than Edgar Allen who tried me before
Who likely a corpse
Who reppin' the culture
Where Megan's toes is of lesser importance than Kylie's divorce (Uh)
The psychology of a meth head
Titty-lickin' a Masi' like I'm tryna be breastfed
My biggest fear is bein' sick with a problem
My children ain't proud of me givin' an apology from my death bed

Greed'll turn a friend into an enemy
Turn a positive energy to a jealousy
You better be aware if you don't wanna pay the penalty
Don't play the game if you don't care about your legacy
You tellin' me "Check, check out my melody"
Can't be my dog if I ain't sure about your pedigree
Hope these words are stickin' to you like Velcro
Money can't buy you love but it buys you everything else though
Woah

Gub'ment Cheese lyrics - Dem Southernfolkz, Royce Da 5'9" & Dwayne Swayze

Yeah, uh, uh
Shout out to big Ben, yeah, yeah
Matter of fact shout out to the whole world
No south, east, and west, know what I'm talking 'bout baby? Yeah
That's how we get it down south baby
This is how we get it down south baby, uh, yeah, yeah
Look here, uh

Plant a seed and watch it grow
Give 'em knowledge in they mind I'ma sow, gotta teach the youth
Show 'em love, show 'em how to do it
Free they minds, show 'em how to use it, let's take it back
To the place where my folks stay at
Down south where my folks raised at, now we the southern folk
See the scars, see what we been through
Leave a legacy when we get through, just the beginning of
Something classic, something like air flights
That cheese, bread and water baby, that's our life
That cheese, bread and water y'all that feed like
Four, five hundred thousand, they'd be hungry for life, huh

Government cheese, bread and water
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters
Government cheese, bread and water
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters
Government cheese, bread and water
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters
Government cheese, bread and water
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters (yeah)
Government cheese

To each his own, don't eat the bone
Spit 'em out, chew the meat
But ain't nothing over here for you to eat though
Boys in the game like Calico
Gotta have vision for my people
To eat though gotta get heat like Benito
Came back home, faith got strong
But hold up homes, shouldn't take that long
Chris locked up in the penitentiary
Nate locked up in the penitentiary
Man boys locked up in the penitentiary
I remember back from elementary
Hyde Park y'all hold it down
Folks wonder why I don't come around
But I came around to my senses
Shorty got a booty like forty inches
Who feeding that, my seed in that
And we keeping that, gotta hold it down
Twenty inch spinner go round and round
Keep it percolating and circulating man
I'ma come through and I'ma hurt the hater man
I'ma come through and I'ma hurt the hater man
I'ma come through and I'ma hurt the hater man
I'ma come through and I'ma hurt the hater

Government cheese, bread and water (uh-huh)
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters (I'm feeling this one man)
Government cheese (yeah), bread and water (uh-huh)
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters
Government cheese, bread and water (uh-huh)
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters
Government cheese (yeah), bread and water (5'9" baby)
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters (uh-huh)
Government cheese (yeah)

I do this for my babies
For little Royce and Aidy, I'm grateful the labels pay me
I'm hip-hop, I love you mama 'cause they raised me
And every day hip-hop keeps saying come and save me
It's crazy to think I'm the man coming to the fam
Thanksgiving with the turkey and the gravy
Remember when my mama used to heat a pot of water
On the stove just to bathe me, that woman was amazing
Who else can make a outfit outta paisley that daddy bought?
And make me think it's fly, daddy taught me bravery
Who else could take a lower wage for the sake of benefits
Just so his kids will be healthy even when they friends is sick
The things you take for granted when you're living carefree
Ain't taking nothing seriously, your family there is G
I miss being a kid, homie you know that
But never mind that 'cause Ryan ain't tryna go back to

Government cheese (uh-uh), bread and water
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters
Government cheese, bread and water
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters
Government cheese, bread and water
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters
Government cheese, bread and water
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters
Government cheese

Desert feeds worm, worm feeds falcon, and falcon feeds man
Could someone tell me if this is God's plan? Good question
These lessons passed down by those that came before us
I spent twenty-four hours living out the words in the chorus
It's like the poorer we are the harder we starve
Instead of strive baby steps to crawl towards the bright light
At the end of the tunnel if we reach it it means that it's the
End of a struggle, born with a natural hustle
Houston, Texas created its own breed of thug
Quarter mil in the bank homie, ain't filed taxes once
We go against the grain, for years overlooked
By the industry's disdained, but still Dwayne
Knows that my origins stained 'cause of those that came before me
Lyrically matched, only a few could outperform me
Took what I was given, watched it multiply before me
That's exactly what created Mr. Dwayne Swayze's story
Nothing is something, guts to glory, phoenix rising
Mine rock to a diamond, for by grace or ye
Saved through faith, henceforth I gotta get it
By any means it takes and pray I get to the gates, yeah

Government cheese, bread and water
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters
Government cheese, bread and water
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters
Government cheese, bread and water
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters
Government cheese, bread and water
Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters
Government cheese

I'm Good lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

I'd like to thank my moms
I'd like to thank my god as I
Stand at this podium in my mind
Hold the applause, it's my mental award

Individuality is a must to be second to none
Equal is a plus if you could be here with me
If nothing, we can discuss but me winning
Cause I been MVP of this league
Of my dreams from the beginning, let's go
My life is marvelous
My mental overhead is high
If you die then you double-crossed me
You lost you a part of it
I lost my favorite art to the same as my sign
They told me to hang in there
So I've been sittin' inside of this frame
In the hall of fame in my mind
And it's only me and pain in there
I just move the pawn
I read the Bible, never knew the Psalms
You countin' moolah with your thumb
Understand if money's the root of evil is the rule of thumb
That Patrón came and won, look what you've become
I just move the bishop
He who recognizes his own problems
Is he who finally truly gets it
The wise words motivating its own recession
Get you a shovel
Dig your way to hell and buy back what you sold to Satan, shit
I'm somebody somebody would prolly switch places with
Everybody dreams, not everybody gets to chase the shit

After a couple million records in
I'm not JAY-Z standing next to the president
I'm not balling like Mike Jordan
All I know is, I'm 'bout to be greater than I ever been
So I'm good
I'd like to thank my fake friends, how real is that?
No holdin' applause for y'all, hope you get the clap
I'm still chasing my dream nigga, how real is that?
I know what making it means nigga, how real is that?
So I'm good
Through all the chaos and chasing my dreams
Ladies and G's, I found time to make babies
Babies who think that I'm great
Now I can teach 'em to strive to be greater than me
And to me, that's what making it means, yo

Haters can rest in peace
Fuck this record business and they label discrepancies
Fuck all this shit out here that could be the death of me
Fuck these award shows, I made my own acceptance speech
I'd like to nominate myself
For not letting this business drag me away from my family
Grammys, parties, man these, memories is heavy
Today's artists they different, they into shit like
Xannies, mani-pedis
No disrespect to the younger rappers
I don't want y'all to misinterpret nothing, it's cool
I don't want y'all to think I actually take time out of my day
To think about or give a fuck what you do
Man, I don't give a fuck what you do
I'm too busy staying away from them temptations and things
Plus I just bought a place and it's clean
My son is in the basement hitting on one of them drum machines
And I'ma help him make it, see that's what making it
Means

After a couple million records in
I'm not JAY-Z standing next to the president
I'm not balling like Mike Jordan
All I know is, I'm 'bout to be greater than I ever been
So I'm good
I'd like to thank my fake friends, how real is that?
No holdin' applause for y'all, hope you get the clap
I'm still chasing my dream nigga, how real is that?
I know what making it means nigga, how real is that?
So I'm good
Through all the chaos and chasing my dreams
Ladies and G's, I found time to make babies
Babies who think that I'm great
Now I can teach 'em to strive to be greater than me
And to me, that's what making it means

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