Tabernacle lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
Yeah
I wanna share some shit with y'all
All truth, all truth
Like I'm standing inside a Tabernacle
I promised not to lie in not one of these verses
I started out as a battle rapper
All I knew was Maxells, ADATs, DATs and gats
My name is Ryan Daniel Montgomery
Recovering alcoholic, I grew up on 9 Mile
I'm not a gangster, drug dealer or thug nigga
Just an MC who made a name with his rhyme style
Sometime around '95 I found my calling
And that all coincides with the time that I found my darling
Now later on in the story I tell you her significance
But now let's talk about me, specifically
Three brothers and one sister see
My daddy taught me consistency with his fucking patterns
Hallelujah I'm the son of a addict
My addiction was music
All I would do is go to the studio and The Shelter
And listen to Redman and Heltah Skeltah
Aye y'all remember that one joint from the Heltah Skeltah album called...
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any..." yeah that was my shit. I used to bump that shit all day.
By this time I knew I wanted to be an artist, I didn't want to be anything else.
You know, but my mom had plans for me, she wanted me to go to school, so you know
To make mom's happy
I took some general courses in college
Took the bus until I got hella bored with that
Because the bus stop I had to walk to
Was right across from the first studio I ever recorded at
Now I would have to assume that
It was either meant for me to be rapping
Or meant for me to be laughing at God's
Geographical humor
As soon as I stepped foot in the open-mic it was like a reunion
I was a shoe-in
I met Kino there too
And he asked me to manage me
And that was back in like, let me see
'97, my girl was pregnant
Hurdles was prevalent
And it was therapeutic just for me to breathe into my mic
Started learning why the lord put certain people in my life
And the way he started blessing me, uh
I guess before my inner-demons got the best of me
Like sneezing was my vice
Needless to say that December 29th was the day I became a believer in fate
Okay now it's December 28th, my day has gone great. Kino booked me a show under contract to do that night.
I got a call from my girl's people saying she's in labor in the hospital right now, 9th floor.
I get on the elevator. Elevator stops on the 5th floor, elevator opens up, my uncle's standing there crying.
Now I'm caught off guard, I'm like, what the fuck?
My uncle standing there like "Ryan, they that way"
I walk out, I see my momma and that entire side of my family
Looking like there's some kind of drama happenin'
I said "what happened"
They like "Granny's been in a bad accident, and it ain't looking good"
I'm like "man, what?"
I'm having a baby four floors up
Before I froze up
I'm trying to figure out why the Lord chose us
Or maybe chose me
To ride in this emotionally roller coaster
My momma said "the baby here yet?"
I said "maybe"
She said "maybe? Baby, go see"
I walk away feeling like a good father, the same time as a terrible son
Get to my girl she 5 centimetres dilated so I waited
She got to get to 'bout nine 'til it's that time
And meanwhile I'm more popular in this hospital than the doctors
Nurses watching, whispering like "that's the one right there
Who got a lady in labor 9 and another lady dying on 5"
By this time I don't even fuckin' remember that I got a show. Somebody had to remind me.
The doors was already open at the venue. I got emotions runnin' every which way.
All the nurses and stuff is like, "We'll keep you posted about the baby, we'll keep you posted about your granny."
I didn't like seeing my mama like that, so I had to get out of there
Yeah, I hit the stage at 11:50, killed it
I got off at about midnight
With about six types of different emotions floatin' around inside me
Hopeless, tryna find me
Hopin' in time God'll guide me
In the future, just as I was about to leave out
I saw Kino talkin' to Marshall and then he introduced us
We talked about collaboratin' and how chasin' this rap thing is aggravatin'
But I'll get back, I got the family waitin'
I get to skatin'
As soon as I get to the hospital they tell me that my granny didn't make it
She just died, I'm feelin' helpless, it hurt me
On the flip side, my little boy is healthy in the nursery
I picked him up, looked in his eyes for the first time and just cried
Ain't no denyin' this is the power of God
I said, "I love you, Granny" and looked to the sky
Like even though he just got here, goodbye
This is how the story goes
Powerful day
Powerful day
Most significant day in my life. I mean aside from meetin' my man Marshall, my son bein' born and my granny dying on the same day.
My grandma didn't live anywhere near that hospital. I learned a lot this day.
I learned that the universe has this way of balancing itself out.
For me to lose such a beautiful soul in my granny, and gain such a beautiful soul with my first born son, little Royce, it showed me that God is real.
God is real. And you know what they say: God giveth, God taketh away
I wanna share some shit with y'all
All truth, all truth
Like I'm standing inside a Tabernacle
I promised not to lie in not one of these verses
I started out as a battle rapper
All I knew was Maxells, ADATs, DATs and gats
My name is Ryan Daniel Montgomery
Recovering alcoholic, I grew up on 9 Mile
I'm not a gangster, drug dealer or thug nigga
Just an MC who made a name with his rhyme style
Sometime around '95 I found my calling
And that all coincides with the time that I found my darling
Now later on in the story I tell you her significance
But now let's talk about me, specifically
Three brothers and one sister see
My daddy taught me consistency with his fucking patterns
Hallelujah I'm the son of a addict
My addiction was music
All I would do is go to the studio and The Shelter
And listen to Redman and Heltah Skeltah
Aye y'all remember that one joint from the Heltah Skeltah album called...
Sean Price be like, "I'm not sure any..." yeah that was my shit. I used to bump that shit all day.
By this time I knew I wanted to be an artist, I didn't want to be anything else.
You know, but my mom had plans for me, she wanted me to go to school, so you know
To make mom's happy
I took some general courses in college
Took the bus until I got hella bored with that
Because the bus stop I had to walk to
Was right across from the first studio I ever recorded at
Now I would have to assume that
It was either meant for me to be rapping
Or meant for me to be laughing at God's
Geographical humor
As soon as I stepped foot in the open-mic it was like a reunion
I was a shoe-in
I met Kino there too
And he asked me to manage me
And that was back in like, let me see
'97, my girl was pregnant
Hurdles was prevalent
And it was therapeutic just for me to breathe into my mic
Started learning why the lord put certain people in my life
And the way he started blessing me, uh
I guess before my inner-demons got the best of me
Like sneezing was my vice
Needless to say that December 29th was the day I became a believer in fate
Okay now it's December 28th, my day has gone great. Kino booked me a show under contract to do that night.
I got a call from my girl's people saying she's in labor in the hospital right now, 9th floor.
I get on the elevator. Elevator stops on the 5th floor, elevator opens up, my uncle's standing there crying.
Now I'm caught off guard, I'm like, what the fuck?
My uncle standing there like "Ryan, they that way"
I walk out, I see my momma and that entire side of my family
Looking like there's some kind of drama happenin'
I said "what happened"
They like "Granny's been in a bad accident, and it ain't looking good"
I'm like "man, what?"
I'm having a baby four floors up
Before I froze up
I'm trying to figure out why the Lord chose us
Or maybe chose me
To ride in this emotionally roller coaster
My momma said "the baby here yet?"
I said "maybe"
She said "maybe? Baby, go see"
I walk away feeling like a good father, the same time as a terrible son
Get to my girl she 5 centimetres dilated so I waited
She got to get to 'bout nine 'til it's that time
And meanwhile I'm more popular in this hospital than the doctors
Nurses watching, whispering like "that's the one right there
Who got a lady in labor 9 and another lady dying on 5"
By this time I don't even fuckin' remember that I got a show. Somebody had to remind me.
The doors was already open at the venue. I got emotions runnin' every which way.
All the nurses and stuff is like, "We'll keep you posted about the baby, we'll keep you posted about your granny."
I didn't like seeing my mama like that, so I had to get out of there
Yeah, I hit the stage at 11:50, killed it
I got off at about midnight
With about six types of different emotions floatin' around inside me
Hopeless, tryna find me
Hopin' in time God'll guide me
In the future, just as I was about to leave out
I saw Kino talkin' to Marshall and then he introduced us
We talked about collaboratin' and how chasin' this rap thing is aggravatin'
But I'll get back, I got the family waitin'
I get to skatin'
As soon as I get to the hospital they tell me that my granny didn't make it
She just died, I'm feelin' helpless, it hurt me
On the flip side, my little boy is healthy in the nursery
I picked him up, looked in his eyes for the first time and just cried
Ain't no denyin' this is the power of God
I said, "I love you, Granny" and looked to the sky
Like even though he just got here, goodbye
This is how the story goes
Powerful day
Powerful day
Most significant day in my life. I mean aside from meetin' my man Marshall, my son bein' born and my granny dying on the same day.
My grandma didn't live anywhere near that hospital. I learned a lot this day.
I learned that the universe has this way of balancing itself out.
For me to lose such a beautiful soul in my granny, and gain such a beautiful soul with my first born son, little Royce, it showed me that God is real.
God is real. And you know what they say: God giveth, God taketh away
Pray lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
[Intro:]
(Let us pray)
Dear Heavenly Father, thank You for watching over us today. I pray for the sick and [?] and for those who have lost loved ones. Lord, I pray for the homeless. Lord, I pray for our soldiers and their families. I pray for everyone here today...
[Verse 1:]
God taketh away, and God giveth
The clock's tickin' away as the plot thickens today
Cause I'm sippin' hard liquor
We couldn't suffer the same amount of losses
Cause my supply's bigger
Don't associate me with nothin' but that dopest child star shit
That Lindsey Lo', that Todd Bridges
Hit your block with a tickin' bomb that'll
Leave the competition in hospital
I'm the product of foolish pride
I'm a speeding bullet who responds to the pull of God's trigger
Jumpin' out the barrel, like "Excuse me, Nas. Move aside, Jigga"
I'm hard as proving ground bricks
Groundbreaking each time I spit words and they hit the street
You don't like the game, you can google my dick, bitch
[Hook:]
And that goes to everybody
I pray for foes, I pray for hoes
I pray for everybody
But you can pray for them
If you gon' pray for somebody, pray for them
[Verse 2:]
Don't pray for me, pray for Paris
Pray for Nigeria, pray for peace
Pray for your marriage
Pray your horse don't sway far away from your carriage
Why you put all your eggs in one basket?
Blowin' dumb cash on Wraiths and karats
Your daughter ain't an heiress, I hope she's taken care of
More importantly, I hope this gun in your face don't end up in your mouth
I'll make you taste the terror of the kickback of this gat that could break the barrel
More court cases, hate betrayal
If I approach thee, boy, please take me serious
Cause if I say that I shall, I shall proceed
I don't cry wolf cause I don't enjoy wasting tears any more than I enjoy wasting shells
I looked at the state of my health and asked the reverend 'bout it
I didn't just pray for myself, I prayed for everybody
[Hook:]
But you can pray for them
They need you more than me, pray for them
Pray for everybody
[Bridge:]
Look around, look around, look around, look around
Pray for everybody, tell me exactly what you're seeing
I'm seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges
It's like they're all targets, pray for them
Pray for everybody
[Verse 3:]
Live from the gutter, my father's a [?]
The block is my mother, 2Pac got it on lock in my suburb
I got dope double-wrapped up in bubble wrap on top of my cupboard
Old ladies watching from shutters
Tellin' all the children keep watching out for us
Bad influences, we the gumbo that you see inside the pot
Swimming 'round in all the saddest, truer shit
Attic in the coolest whip
Riding 'round my city lookin' for the baddest newest bitch
Hammer in my stash, feeling too legit
90 on the dash, slammin' on the gas
Passenger mad, saying that the break pedal do exist
I'm saying "I'm late man, I got school to skip"
Introduce me to your chick, I turn this shit to a Skip to My Lou assist
I don't talk too much shit, I discuss shit by throwing hands
I'm a sucker for hoes in yoga pants
Tell my queen I'm in this shit, like kissing and holding hands
I keep my flings on the other end of a string with swollen glass
I'm a player, I've been to every hotel and every lobby
Every time I pray, I send up a prayer for everybody
[Hook:]
Don't pray for me, nigga
Pray for them
You gon' pray for somebody?
Pray for them
[Verse 4:]
Don't pray for me, pray for respect
Pray to get something different from rich and away from your debt
Nigga, I'm straight to cassette
Y'all digital, y'all about as physical as finger under some balls, coughin' while taking a test
Too many artists get mistaken with best
Cause they on the charts, you sleepin' on me, I'll come and wake you to death
While I pray against all the violence and shootin'
ISIS got Obama sittin' down with Vladimir Putin
A saw a child online ask his father "Why did they do this?"
His father then replied to him, "We gotta fight 'em with flowers growing out the ground"
I look at violence the same way I look at slavery
It's never ending in light of abolishment
These are my finest hours, then
I pray for everybody
[Bridge:]
Look around, look around, look around, look around
Pray for everybody, tell me exactly what you're seeing
I'm seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges
It's like they're all targets, pray for them
[Outro:]
(Let us pray)
Lord, please keep Your arms around us, and protect us from danger. In Your son Jesus' name, amen. (Amen!)
(Let us pray)
Dear Heavenly Father, thank You for watching over us today. I pray for the sick and [?] and for those who have lost loved ones. Lord, I pray for the homeless. Lord, I pray for our soldiers and their families. I pray for everyone here today...
[Verse 1:]
God taketh away, and God giveth
The clock's tickin' away as the plot thickens today
Cause I'm sippin' hard liquor
We couldn't suffer the same amount of losses
Cause my supply's bigger
Don't associate me with nothin' but that dopest child star shit
That Lindsey Lo', that Todd Bridges
Hit your block with a tickin' bomb that'll
Leave the competition in hospital
I'm the product of foolish pride
I'm a speeding bullet who responds to the pull of God's trigger
Jumpin' out the barrel, like "Excuse me, Nas. Move aside, Jigga"
I'm hard as proving ground bricks
Groundbreaking each time I spit words and they hit the street
You don't like the game, you can google my dick, bitch
[Hook:]
And that goes to everybody
I pray for foes, I pray for hoes
I pray for everybody
But you can pray for them
If you gon' pray for somebody, pray for them
[Verse 2:]
Don't pray for me, pray for Paris
Pray for Nigeria, pray for peace
Pray for your marriage
Pray your horse don't sway far away from your carriage
Why you put all your eggs in one basket?
Blowin' dumb cash on Wraiths and karats
Your daughter ain't an heiress, I hope she's taken care of
More importantly, I hope this gun in your face don't end up in your mouth
I'll make you taste the terror of the kickback of this gat that could break the barrel
More court cases, hate betrayal
If I approach thee, boy, please take me serious
Cause if I say that I shall, I shall proceed
I don't cry wolf cause I don't enjoy wasting tears any more than I enjoy wasting shells
I looked at the state of my health and asked the reverend 'bout it
I didn't just pray for myself, I prayed for everybody
[Hook:]
But you can pray for them
They need you more than me, pray for them
Pray for everybody
[Bridge:]
Look around, look around, look around, look around
Pray for everybody, tell me exactly what you're seeing
I'm seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges
It's like they're all targets, pray for them
Pray for everybody
[Verse 3:]
Live from the gutter, my father's a [?]
The block is my mother, 2Pac got it on lock in my suburb
I got dope double-wrapped up in bubble wrap on top of my cupboard
Old ladies watching from shutters
Tellin' all the children keep watching out for us
Bad influences, we the gumbo that you see inside the pot
Swimming 'round in all the saddest, truer shit
Attic in the coolest whip
Riding 'round my city lookin' for the baddest newest bitch
Hammer in my stash, feeling too legit
90 on the dash, slammin' on the gas
Passenger mad, saying that the break pedal do exist
I'm saying "I'm late man, I got school to skip"
Introduce me to your chick, I turn this shit to a Skip to My Lou assist
I don't talk too much shit, I discuss shit by throwing hands
I'm a sucker for hoes in yoga pants
Tell my queen I'm in this shit, like kissing and holding hands
I keep my flings on the other end of a string with swollen glass
I'm a player, I've been to every hotel and every lobby
Every time I pray, I send up a prayer for everybody
[Hook:]
Don't pray for me, nigga
Pray for them
You gon' pray for somebody?
Pray for them
[Verse 4:]
Don't pray for me, pray for respect
Pray to get something different from rich and away from your debt
Nigga, I'm straight to cassette
Y'all digital, y'all about as physical as finger under some balls, coughin' while taking a test
Too many artists get mistaken with best
Cause they on the charts, you sleepin' on me, I'll come and wake you to death
While I pray against all the violence and shootin'
ISIS got Obama sittin' down with Vladimir Putin
A saw a child online ask his father "Why did they do this?"
His father then replied to him, "We gotta fight 'em with flowers growing out the ground"
I look at violence the same way I look at slavery
It's never ending in light of abolishment
These are my finest hours, then
I pray for everybody
[Bridge:]
Look around, look around, look around, look around
Pray for everybody, tell me exactly what you're seeing
I'm seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges
It's like they're all targets, pray for them
[Outro:]
(Let us pray)
Lord, please keep Your arms around us, and protect us from danger. In Your son Jesus' name, amen. (Amen!)
Hard lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
A lot of people ask me since I'm a lyricist in this business
How come I haven't gone broke yet?
I tell 'em it's cause I'm the flyest backpacker ever
I'm flyer than Mos Def in a Trump tower surrounded by four chefs
Fixing him some slamon croquettes with Kendrick, Cole and Kweli
In their dinner clothes, try me, you and your crew will bleed
Y'all bums ain't shot for the stars - just New Years Eve
Nothing was given to me
I had to go upside heads just to get upside hills
Never over the hill though, so I never strike when the iron is hot
I strike whenever the fuck I feel
I eat what the fuck I kill
I got this way from not being allowed to eat dinner
If you knew how much I've lost, you'd have no problem with me winning
How many times, how many times, how many times
Could I be reinvented?
Money is the deadlier of the five venoms, in my denim
Definitively got a widen 'em, garages with cars in 'em
Hanging out in bars to have menages with bartendes
God was an artist and Jesus was a carpenter
They put me together like an easel in the darkness of hell
And lost it and left me some loose screws, but
These are the nails to your coffin
These are the folk tales of a starving artist
Battling demons through his notepad like Adam and Eve eating kale in the garden
Flying private away from all charges
As my layers keep evolving
How come I haven't gone broke yet?
I tell 'em it's cause I'm the flyest backpacker ever
I'm flyer than Mos Def in a Trump tower surrounded by four chefs
Fixing him some slamon croquettes with Kendrick, Cole and Kweli
In their dinner clothes, try me, you and your crew will bleed
Y'all bums ain't shot for the stars - just New Years Eve
Nothing was given to me
I had to go upside heads just to get upside hills
Never over the hill though, so I never strike when the iron is hot
I strike whenever the fuck I feel
I eat what the fuck I kill
I got this way from not being allowed to eat dinner
If you knew how much I've lost, you'd have no problem with me winning
How many times, how many times, how many times
Could I be reinvented?
Money is the deadlier of the five venoms, in my denim
Definitively got a widen 'em, garages with cars in 'em
Hanging out in bars to have menages with bartendes
God was an artist and Jesus was a carpenter
They put me together like an easel in the darkness of hell
And lost it and left me some loose screws, but
These are the nails to your coffin
These are the folk tales of a starving artist
Battling demons through his notepad like Adam and Eve eating kale in the garden
Flying private away from all charges
As my layers keep evolving
Startercoat lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
[Intro:]
(Mr. Porter)
Ryan Daniel Montgomery
5'9"
July 5, 1977
Detroit, Michigan
Porter, you a real nigga, man
[Verse 1:]
It all started with a Starter coat
The starter pistol got us out the momma jokes
The house party finally started, now it's time to go
Get some pussy sponsored by the barber and a bar of soap
I'm stealing cars with illogical
But on the bright side, they taught us how to drive 'em doe
We used to tilt them bitches with screw drivers
So I'm kinda used to being at the bottom of your columns, ho
But the Billboard list was kinda comical
How the fuck was it designed and chronicled
I can see it now for sho'
Bunch of [?] from a buncha artists with a timeless flow
Gettin' trampled over on a 20 year old blogger flow
If 'Pac ain't on your list then you ain't fuckin' logical
I'm talkin' other shit, not no fuckin' 504
What you gon' tell me when I tell you 'Pac introduced me to the UNLV Starter coat
It all started with a Starter coat
Wonderin' why Brenda threw that baby in the garbage fo'
On my way to cop my navy blue Starter coat
It all started with a Starter coat
The starter pistol kept niggas out here from startin' smoke
Without it I'd be dead or be an artichoke
The 9 iron armor in the heart of gold
Nobody witchu nigga that's the Art of War
Do not forget you fuckin start it doe
(Woah, what kinda coat is that?) Starter coat
[Bridge:]
I grew up with three brothers
As soon as I was born my mom collapsed
And I had to be hooked up to a ventilator
[Verse 2:]
Now a nigga shining doe
Growing up a gave a lotta niggas shiners doe
I gave a lot of people my respect
Daddy taught me that one growing up
He threw me through a shower door
I used to wonder why my uncle looking startled fo'
Crawlin' around all on the ground like his heart is broke
I found out he got a crack problem and he thought he dropped a couple particles
Well I'm a fucking alcoholic so
Who am I to judge I'm just honorable
I be temporarily in love when I'm inside a ho
I'm a pure artist I don't need to see the charts to know the art is under our control
Highs, lows, problems, pain, drama that's what's optimal
I guess I'm just the best at thanking God and feeling awesome doe
Cause I survived the era of the Starter coat
It all started with the Starter coat
I lost my virginity aboard the fucking Bible boat
I ain't graduate on time
I ain't go to college so
A couple friends of mine did
Other friends of mine dead
I'm fuckin reminded
Just because I made the most money
That don't mean I went the farthest doe
I hope my college friends reminded
You got the keys that don't mean you the smartest doe
Mo' money, mo' problems
I lost plenty mo' marbles on my marble floor
Then I left in my Starter coat
What they taught us that was all a joke
You may not got a lotta dollars at least you got a post
I'm arguing with Satan screaming "I don't barter souls!"
Please don't take my memories of me and my Starter coat
[Outro:]
What kind of coat is that? Starter coat
What kind of coat is that? Starter coat
What kind of coat is that? Starter coat
What kind of coat is that? Starter coat
(Mr. Porter)
Ryan Daniel Montgomery
5'9"
July 5, 1977
Detroit, Michigan
Porter, you a real nigga, man
[Verse 1:]
It all started with a Starter coat
The starter pistol got us out the momma jokes
The house party finally started, now it's time to go
Get some pussy sponsored by the barber and a bar of soap
I'm stealing cars with illogical
But on the bright side, they taught us how to drive 'em doe
We used to tilt them bitches with screw drivers
So I'm kinda used to being at the bottom of your columns, ho
But the Billboard list was kinda comical
How the fuck was it designed and chronicled
I can see it now for sho'
Bunch of [?] from a buncha artists with a timeless flow
Gettin' trampled over on a 20 year old blogger flow
If 'Pac ain't on your list then you ain't fuckin' logical
I'm talkin' other shit, not no fuckin' 504
What you gon' tell me when I tell you 'Pac introduced me to the UNLV Starter coat
It all started with a Starter coat
Wonderin' why Brenda threw that baby in the garbage fo'
On my way to cop my navy blue Starter coat
It all started with a Starter coat
The starter pistol kept niggas out here from startin' smoke
Without it I'd be dead or be an artichoke
The 9 iron armor in the heart of gold
Nobody witchu nigga that's the Art of War
Do not forget you fuckin start it doe
(Woah, what kinda coat is that?) Starter coat
[Bridge:]
I grew up with three brothers
As soon as I was born my mom collapsed
And I had to be hooked up to a ventilator
[Verse 2:]
Now a nigga shining doe
Growing up a gave a lotta niggas shiners doe
I gave a lot of people my respect
Daddy taught me that one growing up
He threw me through a shower door
I used to wonder why my uncle looking startled fo'
Crawlin' around all on the ground like his heart is broke
I found out he got a crack problem and he thought he dropped a couple particles
Well I'm a fucking alcoholic so
Who am I to judge I'm just honorable
I be temporarily in love when I'm inside a ho
I'm a pure artist I don't need to see the charts to know the art is under our control
Highs, lows, problems, pain, drama that's what's optimal
I guess I'm just the best at thanking God and feeling awesome doe
Cause I survived the era of the Starter coat
It all started with the Starter coat
I lost my virginity aboard the fucking Bible boat
I ain't graduate on time
I ain't go to college so
A couple friends of mine did
Other friends of mine dead
I'm fuckin reminded
Just because I made the most money
That don't mean I went the farthest doe
I hope my college friends reminded
You got the keys that don't mean you the smartest doe
Mo' money, mo' problems
I lost plenty mo' marbles on my marble floor
Then I left in my Starter coat
What they taught us that was all a joke
You may not got a lotta dollars at least you got a post
I'm arguing with Satan screaming "I don't barter souls!"
Please don't take my memories of me and my Starter coat
[Outro:]
What kind of coat is that? Starter coat
What kind of coat is that? Starter coat
What kind of coat is that? Starter coat
What kind of coat is that? Starter coat
Wait lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
Shoot...
Trust the fuckin' shooter
Being feared goes farther than any part of me having respect does
So I play to the tune of my own eardrum
While I'm out on my quest, love
I don't speak on behalf of myself, but my impeccable rep does
Christmas morning I remember waking up wishin' I could just go to sleep
Cause we only got like two toys a piece
I ask my pops did he do more for me?
He said "yes, I got you clothes and heat
And let you keep a whole two rows of teeth"
Ha, I'm royalty
I took whoopin's, I took losses, but no defeats
Been dropped, and been shelved with no release
Been in jail, no commissary or relief
But God looks over me like a cross and rosary
Rifle in hand, I let niggas have it, I won't hesitate
Writes on the cans in the cabinet "section eight"
My son got on them three-fifty boots Kanye West is dressed in bape
Askin' me questions 'bout gettin' to second base
Uhh, wifey textin' SMH, house phone ringin' off the hook
Conference calls from record labels, guess I'm late
But, my other son's autistic, he wants my attention
This might just be my defining moment, let them wait
It's my time now, nigga; let them wait
Pick up the phone, tell 'em hold; let them wait
Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile
After I fell out with them, well fuck them niggas; let them wait
Wait, I'm here for that green, for that mula
You scheme, I see right through ya
I'm regal like a Akeem, father King of Zamunda
One thing's for sure I think they do know
That me, and Porter, and Jake Uno
We don't play no games, no, we play sumo
We attempt to flatten into action
With all these average, flacid defenseless rappers
I have no problem killing like sent assassins
They temper's bad when my temper's graphic
They hide or they fly while I'm high and flyer
I'm intergalactic, I've been spectacular
Flippin' like I invented spatulas, my lyrics is futuristic
I'm in here with my vintage ratchet with prints and scratches
My mental action-ly incapacitates fast as my passion
And pen surpasses my Aston
And leave a skid road in the street like I'm into smackin'
I fill my engine with acid
With my finger wrapped around a hair-trigger that resembles lashes
I get into bitches quick and then I get distracted
I'm like the stock market, just like that, my interest crashes
Like a cymbal, my symbol should be expensive glasses
She with me, she a afro-centric nympho chick with a ass did
She callin' me back-to-back for a second date
While my ex is callin' for make-up-dick.. let them wait
Money all over the ground like Scotty from New Jack City, I weapon wave
Everybody, step away
They said that we should go our separate ways, in high school
Now they wanna jump the line in my shows.. let them wait
My whole life, they pressured me.. let them wait
You rushin' me you rushin' excellence.. let them wait
Police in my rear-view mirror with they sirens on
But I'm a call my lawyer first 'fore I pull over.. let them wait
It's my time now, nigga, let them wait
Pick up the phone, tell them hold, let them wait
Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile
After I fell out with them, well fuck them niggas; let them wait
Trust the fuckin' shooter
Being feared goes farther than any part of me having respect does
So I play to the tune of my own eardrum
While I'm out on my quest, love
I don't speak on behalf of myself, but my impeccable rep does
Christmas morning I remember waking up wishin' I could just go to sleep
Cause we only got like two toys a piece
I ask my pops did he do more for me?
He said "yes, I got you clothes and heat
And let you keep a whole two rows of teeth"
Ha, I'm royalty
I took whoopin's, I took losses, but no defeats
Been dropped, and been shelved with no release
Been in jail, no commissary or relief
But God looks over me like a cross and rosary
Rifle in hand, I let niggas have it, I won't hesitate
Writes on the cans in the cabinet "section eight"
My son got on them three-fifty boots Kanye West is dressed in bape
Askin' me questions 'bout gettin' to second base
Uhh, wifey textin' SMH, house phone ringin' off the hook
Conference calls from record labels, guess I'm late
But, my other son's autistic, he wants my attention
This might just be my defining moment, let them wait
It's my time now, nigga; let them wait
Pick up the phone, tell 'em hold; let them wait
Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile
After I fell out with them, well fuck them niggas; let them wait
Wait, I'm here for that green, for that mula
You scheme, I see right through ya
I'm regal like a Akeem, father King of Zamunda
One thing's for sure I think they do know
That me, and Porter, and Jake Uno
We don't play no games, no, we play sumo
We attempt to flatten into action
With all these average, flacid defenseless rappers
I have no problem killing like sent assassins
They temper's bad when my temper's graphic
They hide or they fly while I'm high and flyer
I'm intergalactic, I've been spectacular
Flippin' like I invented spatulas, my lyrics is futuristic
I'm in here with my vintage ratchet with prints and scratches
My mental action-ly incapacitates fast as my passion
And pen surpasses my Aston
And leave a skid road in the street like I'm into smackin'
I fill my engine with acid
With my finger wrapped around a hair-trigger that resembles lashes
I get into bitches quick and then I get distracted
I'm like the stock market, just like that, my interest crashes
Like a cymbal, my symbol should be expensive glasses
She with me, she a afro-centric nympho chick with a ass did
She callin' me back-to-back for a second date
While my ex is callin' for make-up-dick.. let them wait
Money all over the ground like Scotty from New Jack City, I weapon wave
Everybody, step away
They said that we should go our separate ways, in high school
Now they wanna jump the line in my shows.. let them wait
My whole life, they pressured me.. let them wait
You rushin' me you rushin' excellence.. let them wait
Police in my rear-view mirror with they sirens on
But I'm a call my lawyer first 'fore I pull over.. let them wait
It's my time now, nigga, let them wait
Pick up the phone, tell them hold, let them wait
Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile
After I fell out with them, well fuck them niggas; let them wait
Shine (Skit) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
My nigga T.I.P. used this analogy, he said,
"It's like a dog barking and howling at the moon.
That dog don't even know why he barking. The moon don't give a fuck.
The moon is so far away; he can't touch the moon, he can't turn the moon off.
The moon just sits up in the sky and just shines.
Let the moon shine, dog. Let the moon shine, dog
"It's like a dog barking and howling at the moon.
That dog don't even know why he barking. The moon don't give a fuck.
The moon is so far away; he can't touch the moon, he can't turn the moon off.
The moon just sits up in the sky and just shines.
Let the moon shine, dog. Let the moon shine, dog
Shine lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
[Intro:]
Just shine your light on the world
So shine your light on the world
No matter anywhere you go, kid
Just shine your light on the world
Don't let the money make you thirsty
Don't even let it be your goal
Just let it come and keep on working
And shine your light on the hoes
Cause I'm the hardest nigga out here
I'd rather die than live a life of fear
I know I got to be down here
To shine my light on them hoes
Hardest nigga out here
I'd rather starve than live a life of fear
I feel like God sent me down here
To shine my light on them hoes
[Verse:]
Lost in the world when me and my girlfriend meet, bless you
You know they say if you fucked her and she didn't cum
And you came, then she fucked you
Hip-hop is my house; watch my philosophies win
Around artists I stand out like I locked my keys in
I forgot my goal to twenty-one was make a classic
Walk away like Tiger with my nine iron then take the master's
They say that you get what you ask for
Well, I asked to be left alone with my pen, pad and passport
This ain't no rags to rich brag shit
In fact, it's more close to being a rich to rags story
The fabric I'm cut from's the most genuine article mankind offers
I'm like an underground landmine talking
Forks, torch, hammer and Antwan walking
And your boy's a tampon
In every store I'm anti corporate
Highest exalted, call me commercial? I'm highly insulted
This is Royce da 5'9″, my body and soul shit
All I have in this fucking globe is my shotty and flow
I'd rather let the coroner outline my body in chalk
Than let the fans order me round the clock and buy me in bulk
Fuck that shit
[Outro:]
Just shine your light on the world
So shine your light on the world
No matter anywhere you go, kid
Just shine your light on the world
Don't let the money make you thirsty
Don't even let it be your goal
Just let it come and keep on working
And shine your light on the hoes
Cause I'm the hardest nigga out here
I'd rather die than live a life of fear
I know I got to be down here
To shine my light on them hoes
Hardest nigga out here
I'd rather starve than live a life of fear
I feel like God sent me down here
To shine my light on them hoes
Just shine your light on the world
So shine your light on the world
No matter anywhere you go, kid
Just shine your light on the world
Don't let the money make you thirsty
Don't even let it be your goal
Just let it come and keep on working
And shine your light on the hoes
Cause I'm the hardest nigga out here
I'd rather die than live a life of fear
I know I got to be down here
To shine my light on them hoes
Hardest nigga out here
I'd rather starve than live a life of fear
I feel like God sent me down here
To shine my light on them hoes
[Verse:]
Lost in the world when me and my girlfriend meet, bless you
You know they say if you fucked her and she didn't cum
And you came, then she fucked you
Hip-hop is my house; watch my philosophies win
Around artists I stand out like I locked my keys in
I forgot my goal to twenty-one was make a classic
Walk away like Tiger with my nine iron then take the master's
They say that you get what you ask for
Well, I asked to be left alone with my pen, pad and passport
This ain't no rags to rich brag shit
In fact, it's more close to being a rich to rags story
The fabric I'm cut from's the most genuine article mankind offers
I'm like an underground landmine talking
Forks, torch, hammer and Antwan walking
And your boy's a tampon
In every store I'm anti corporate
Highest exalted, call me commercial? I'm highly insulted
This is Royce da 5'9″, my body and soul shit
All I have in this fucking globe is my shotty and flow
I'd rather let the coroner outline my body in chalk
Than let the fans order me round the clock and buy me in bulk
Fuck that shit
[Outro:]
Just shine your light on the world
So shine your light on the world
No matter anywhere you go, kid
Just shine your light on the world
Don't let the money make you thirsty
Don't even let it be your goal
Just let it come and keep on working
And shine your light on the hoes
Cause I'm the hardest nigga out here
I'd rather die than live a life of fear
I know I got to be down here
To shine my light on them hoes
Hardest nigga out here
I'd rather starve than live a life of fear
I feel like God sent me down here
To shine my light on them hoes
Lincoln (Skit) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
[Intro - Royce:]
Ladies and gentleman, Lincoln
[Applause]
[Skit - Lincoln & Uber Driver:]
Damn, man where the hell is this Uber driver? Been out here for ten minutes, and I ain't even blew no good yet. Car is heard pulling up Right here... aye, o- yeah, yeah, right here man, right here, right here. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Watch the shoes nigga. Watch the shoes. Shit. Enters the car, closing the door Aye uh, aye could you pass me that auxiliary cord please? Yeah, go ahead. Play whatever you like Yeah, yeah. Thanks man. Music begins to play I gotta get my mind right, you know what I'm sayin'? By the way man they call me Stinkin' Lincoln man. Cause I'm always, you know, I just- I be blowin' that good, you know. You mind if I blow that good in here? Nah man, go ahead. Aye, when you pull up to the club you can let me off right in the the front. Yes sir. Right in the front. I want all them hoes to see me [laughs] shit. Niggas try to call me Abraham like I'm freeing the slaves. I don't slave 'em, I save 'em [laughs]. No, you can just call me Sav'emham Lincoln [laughs]. Man, I didn't even bring no rubber, but I don't need a rubber cause I'm raw baby. You know what I'm sayin'? If it ain't raw, it ain't right, and if it ain't right, it ain't Lincoln [laughs]. Look here, look here, let me give you this tip. Come around here and get this dough from me. Oh, okay. You dig? Wow. One dollar. Fuckin' hate me life
Ladies and gentleman, Lincoln
[Applause]
[Skit - Lincoln & Uber Driver:]
Damn, man where the hell is this Uber driver? Been out here for ten minutes, and I ain't even blew no good yet. Car is heard pulling up Right here... aye, o- yeah, yeah, right here man, right here, right here. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Watch the shoes nigga. Watch the shoes. Shit. Enters the car, closing the door Aye uh, aye could you pass me that auxiliary cord please? Yeah, go ahead. Play whatever you like Yeah, yeah. Thanks man. Music begins to play I gotta get my mind right, you know what I'm sayin'? By the way man they call me Stinkin' Lincoln man. Cause I'm always, you know, I just- I be blowin' that good, you know. You mind if I blow that good in here? Nah man, go ahead. Aye, when you pull up to the club you can let me off right in the the front. Yes sir. Right in the front. I want all them hoes to see me [laughs] shit. Niggas try to call me Abraham like I'm freeing the slaves. I don't slave 'em, I save 'em [laughs]. No, you can just call me Sav'emham Lincoln [laughs]. Man, I didn't even bring no rubber, but I don't need a rubber cause I'm raw baby. You know what I'm sayin'? If it ain't raw, it ain't right, and if it ain't right, it ain't Lincoln [laughs]. Look here, look here, let me give you this tip. Come around here and get this dough from me. Oh, okay. You dig? Wow. One dollar. Fuckin' hate me life
Flesh lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
[Intro:]
Baby! Baby!
Damn, slow down a little bit
I just wanna get to know you baby
You know what I'm saying?
I don't wanna bite you, it's all chicken except for the bone
Shit, I'm just
Hey, I'm getting a little money out here
I just wanna spread the wealth
You know what I'm saying?
I got, I got money, I got credit cards, I got PayPal cards
What ever you want to do, we could do EBT
You need groceries?
Shit baby, what you looking at?
What the fuck you see over there?
A Unicorn?
[Verse 1:]
Niggas sweat bitches
While bitches sweat the chill nigga in the sweats
If you don't get no respect
It really don't matter, you could be Louis Vuitton'd up
You might as well have on Von Dutch and Tommy Hilfiger with a debt
I don't do dirt, I don't call scenes
I send niggas through to leave a mess
[Hook:]
I'm a real nigga in the flesh
I will find a bitch in distress
I will make her feel so alive
Then beat her with the dick of death
Real nigga in the flesh
If shit ain't right between us
We will leave a nigga left
Real nigga in the flesh
[Verse 2:]
I despise rapping niggas
Y'all niggas fly private, I come sky jack you niggas
You disrespect me, I'll get on board with three Ks out
And go to your PJ's pilot
Tell him I need those jet's keys like I'm DJ Khaled
Seems like every artist out there snorting coke and smoking base
I just opened up the briefcase and dumped out the contents
To close up an open case
If my soul shall rise, I'm a lift the hood up like Tray Martin
I'm a clapper, they targets
They trappers, I'm a convict slash escape artist
[Hook:]
I'm a real nigga in the flesh
Find the bitches bitch in distress
I will make her feel so alive
Then beat them with the dick of death
Real nigga in the flesh
If shit ain't right between us
We will leave a nigga left
Real nigga in the flesh
[Verse 3:]
I'm p-o-p you d-u-d
You bark up this tree, I'll make you turn over three new leafs
You live right by the code or get left like three two three
I'm A Tribe Called Quest, I'm the new G
I'm here going dumber than Tweedledee
I'll these youngin's wanna redo me, like these movies
Cause I'm so Pablo Escobar-esque
Elephant in the room, never out my element
Oh, always on my P's and Q's like RSTUV
Ah, never tell your in-tell to a gent who's intelligent
Cause he'll tell a friend who'll then shall attempt
To turn bullets into shells to spend, and turn humans in skeletons
Yeah
[Hook:]
I'm a real nigga in the flesh
I will find the bitches in distress
Make them feel so alive
Then beat them with the dick of death
Real nigga in the flesh
If shit ain't right between us
We will leave a nigga left
Real nigga in the flesh
[Verse 4:]
I'm breaking now cause I'm dating goddesses
The haters tried but couldn't feed me salt
Cause I seasoned all them
Now I'm raking dollars in
Say goodbye, I'm finna take you outta here
You can't deny it, I'm the H in igher
Here the four door Porsche or whatever vehicle
I nigga like Lincoln couldn't survive without made it out and over four scores and seven years ago
I know time flies by, yours tick-tick-tick
Mines whip-whip-whip like eleven layers ago
My flow so heaven sent
When I go to heaven, I'm a go "Heaven here you go"
I'm a go tell God "I know I promised that I'd never steal your flow", I lied
Ain't nothing like side pussy on my dick
Word to that motherfucking DJ Quik
Bunch of girls wanna have a bunch of relations
Even when the nigga wanna be they friend
I learned that faithful women need they men
They don't really wanna leave they men
They just don't wanna get a phone call
From another chick saying where he done been
If your 'bout to leave better ask yourself questions
Like "fight for her? Why?"
You better step up and fight for her like you're fighting for Hawaii
You motherfucking B.J Penn
I'm a real nigga in the flesh
My wife almost left me but she ain't do it
I don't like the way ex-wives sound, that don't got a ring to it
Baby! Baby!
Damn, slow down a little bit
I just wanna get to know you baby
You know what I'm saying?
I don't wanna bite you, it's all chicken except for the bone
Shit, I'm just
Hey, I'm getting a little money out here
I just wanna spread the wealth
You know what I'm saying?
I got, I got money, I got credit cards, I got PayPal cards
What ever you want to do, we could do EBT
You need groceries?
Shit baby, what you looking at?
What the fuck you see over there?
A Unicorn?
[Verse 1:]
Niggas sweat bitches
While bitches sweat the chill nigga in the sweats
If you don't get no respect
It really don't matter, you could be Louis Vuitton'd up
You might as well have on Von Dutch and Tommy Hilfiger with a debt
I don't do dirt, I don't call scenes
I send niggas through to leave a mess
[Hook:]
I'm a real nigga in the flesh
I will find a bitch in distress
I will make her feel so alive
Then beat her with the dick of death
Real nigga in the flesh
If shit ain't right between us
We will leave a nigga left
Real nigga in the flesh
[Verse 2:]
I despise rapping niggas
Y'all niggas fly private, I come sky jack you niggas
You disrespect me, I'll get on board with three Ks out
And go to your PJ's pilot
Tell him I need those jet's keys like I'm DJ Khaled
Seems like every artist out there snorting coke and smoking base
I just opened up the briefcase and dumped out the contents
To close up an open case
If my soul shall rise, I'm a lift the hood up like Tray Martin
I'm a clapper, they targets
They trappers, I'm a convict slash escape artist
[Hook:]
I'm a real nigga in the flesh
Find the bitches bitch in distress
I will make her feel so alive
Then beat them with the dick of death
Real nigga in the flesh
If shit ain't right between us
We will leave a nigga left
Real nigga in the flesh
[Verse 3:]
I'm p-o-p you d-u-d
You bark up this tree, I'll make you turn over three new leafs
You live right by the code or get left like three two three
I'm A Tribe Called Quest, I'm the new G
I'm here going dumber than Tweedledee
I'll these youngin's wanna redo me, like these movies
Cause I'm so Pablo Escobar-esque
Elephant in the room, never out my element
Oh, always on my P's and Q's like RSTUV
Ah, never tell your in-tell to a gent who's intelligent
Cause he'll tell a friend who'll then shall attempt
To turn bullets into shells to spend, and turn humans in skeletons
Yeah
[Hook:]
I'm a real nigga in the flesh
I will find the bitches in distress
Make them feel so alive
Then beat them with the dick of death
Real nigga in the flesh
If shit ain't right between us
We will leave a nigga left
Real nigga in the flesh
[Verse 4:]
I'm breaking now cause I'm dating goddesses
The haters tried but couldn't feed me salt
Cause I seasoned all them
Now I'm raking dollars in
Say goodbye, I'm finna take you outta here
You can't deny it, I'm the H in igher
Here the four door Porsche or whatever vehicle
I nigga like Lincoln couldn't survive without made it out and over four scores and seven years ago
I know time flies by, yours tick-tick-tick
Mines whip-whip-whip like eleven layers ago
My flow so heaven sent
When I go to heaven, I'm a go "Heaven here you go"
I'm a go tell God "I know I promised that I'd never steal your flow", I lied
Ain't nothing like side pussy on my dick
Word to that motherfucking DJ Quik
Bunch of girls wanna have a bunch of relations
Even when the nigga wanna be they friend
I learned that faithful women need they men
They don't really wanna leave they men
They just don't wanna get a phone call
From another chick saying where he done been
If your 'bout to leave better ask yourself questions
Like "fight for her? Why?"
You better step up and fight for her like you're fighting for Hawaii
You motherfucking B.J Penn
I'm a real nigga in the flesh
My wife almost left me but she ain't do it
I don't like the way ex-wives sound, that don't got a ring to it
Hello (Skit) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Melanie Rutherford)
Hey, get 'em up
Hey, get 'em up
Hey, get 'em up
Hey
See, who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
BITCH!
You do not know me, but I know you
I've been at your home, sexing your man
He is not happy when he's at home
I am his one thing, just so you know
Girl let me tell you, I am old-school
You played your part and you knew the rules
You classified as one thing or two
I am his wife so don't be confused
Girl let me tell you just so you know
You are the streets and I am his home
Don't come if you [?] with something [?]
If you call again I'll be at your door
Don't make me act up, up out the rage
See I am a lady so have a nice day
So who the hell is this calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this calling me in the morning
Hey, get 'em up
Hey, get 'em up
Hey, get 'em up
Hey
See, who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
BITCH!
Hey, get 'em up
Hey, get 'em up
Hey
See, who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
BITCH!
You do not know me, but I know you
I've been at your home, sexing your man
He is not happy when he's at home
I am his one thing, just so you know
Girl let me tell you, I am old-school
You played your part and you knew the rules
You classified as one thing or two
I am his wife so don't be confused
Girl let me tell you just so you know
You are the streets and I am his home
Don't come if you [?] with something [?]
If you call again I'll be at your door
Don't make me act up, up out the rage
See I am a lady so have a nice day
So who the hell is this calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this calling me in the morning
Hey, get 'em up
Hey, get 'em up
Hey, get 'em up
Hey
See, who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
BITCH!
Misses lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. K. Young)
[Intro:]
I know you see me calling
Yo what's up, you reached 3-1-3-7-8-9-0-5-0-9
Be nice bitch, be nice
I ain't around, leave a message
Hey baby I know you're busy, I just want to see how you were and see what you're doing, I know you're in the studio. I'm about to go out with my girls, but if you need me to do anything, call me. Okay? I love you, muah, muah, muah
[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9":]
Me and my baby started out like two peas in a pod
Me and my baby, nothing can come between she and I
That's my lil misses, little fly, little chick, thick little thighs
Everything I'm into, she alright with it, and she on tip, she on mine
I'm a slide right in, get in her mind cause she's a kepper
Any time she's with me, nah, she ain't gotta lift a finger
She ain't gotta spend a dime, she around me all the time
Cause she's so cool, even my friends don't mind
That's my lil misses, always so calm, always so kind
[Hook 1 - K-Young:]
Lil misses on my mind, misses on my mind
I look forward to her call, I enjoy when you talking
Lil misses on my mind
[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9":]
She never waste my time when she on my line, she stay on my mind
Oh my God when she blow me, she blow me good, it blow my mind
I'm on tour right now, now she texting me saying
I was out doing ecstasy, molly and coke with four of my girls
And I think I gotta throw up and go and lie down
I look at my phone like wow, I think about all the Patron I downed
Maybe that's your business, no judgement here, baby that's your lifestyle
She said, "I'm so glad you not mad"
I said "No my doll, but I gotta get to stage right now
But please be careful hanging with the all night crowd."
[Hook 2 - K-Young:]
My lil misses on my mind, misses on my mind
Hanging out, poppin' pills, now she sniffin', now she's real
Caught me trippin' on my line
[Interlude 1:]
You reached 3-1-3-7-8-9-0-5-0-9
Ugh
I ain't around, leave a message
Baby, call me, I'm high haha
[Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9":]
I came back from tour, she done got skinny with acne
She got her hair dyed blond and it's up in a bun
Her ass is flat and it's gone
I asked what the fuck was happening
She reached up and tried to slap me
(No, ahhh!)
I slipped and she missed it
And then ran in the bathroom and slammed the door
I was like, hell you alright?
All I heard through the screaming was something about me following chicks on Snapchat
And her having pics of me and her in the sack last
And she 'bout to go sell it to a site
She even told me she already sent an email to my wife
Damn, my lil misses blackmailing me and shit
I guess she fell for the hype
[Hook 3 - K-Young:]
My lil misses on my mind, misses on my mind
You completely switched into another bitch
So now I got a psycho mistress on my line
[Verse 4 - Royce Da 5'9":]
For some reason I believed the bitch
Best thing I could do is tell my wife before my wifey see the shit
Maybe I can loosen her up by taking her on a vacation or skiing trip
Maybe I can lean in for a kiss and plead the fifth
Damn, shit was all good just a week ago until we hit a fever pitch
Now I gotta go on my phone and delete the bitch
Then I get a text saying "I'm pregnant and I'm keeping it
I'm a get my child support and I plan on paying my lease with it
You ain't never gotta worry about hearing from me again"
[Interlude 2:]
Aye what up this is Royce I'm away from my phone for at least two weeks, I'm on a family trip with my wife and kids. Please leave a message
You didn't tell me about no family trip. Fuck that bitch, fuck your family, Roy I need you to call me
[Outro:]
It was all good, just a week ago, yeah
High in the sky and I played my role
It was all good, just a week ago, yeah
I understood and now I am alone, yeah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Call me
What would Lincoln's bitch ass do at a time like this?
Shit, I'm a answer my damn phone
I know you see me calling
Yo what's up, you reached 3-1-3-7-8-9-0-5-0-9
Be nice bitch, be nice
I ain't around, leave a message
Hey baby I know you're busy, I just want to see how you were and see what you're doing, I know you're in the studio. I'm about to go out with my girls, but if you need me to do anything, call me. Okay? I love you, muah, muah, muah
[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9":]
Me and my baby started out like two peas in a pod
Me and my baby, nothing can come between she and I
That's my lil misses, little fly, little chick, thick little thighs
Everything I'm into, she alright with it, and she on tip, she on mine
I'm a slide right in, get in her mind cause she's a kepper
Any time she's with me, nah, she ain't gotta lift a finger
She ain't gotta spend a dime, she around me all the time
Cause she's so cool, even my friends don't mind
That's my lil misses, always so calm, always so kind
[Hook 1 - K-Young:]
Lil misses on my mind, misses on my mind
I look forward to her call, I enjoy when you talking
Lil misses on my mind
[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9":]
She never waste my time when she on my line, she stay on my mind
Oh my God when she blow me, she blow me good, it blow my mind
I'm on tour right now, now she texting me saying
I was out doing ecstasy, molly and coke with four of my girls
And I think I gotta throw up and go and lie down
I look at my phone like wow, I think about all the Patron I downed
Maybe that's your business, no judgement here, baby that's your lifestyle
She said, "I'm so glad you not mad"
I said "No my doll, but I gotta get to stage right now
But please be careful hanging with the all night crowd."
[Hook 2 - K-Young:]
My lil misses on my mind, misses on my mind
Hanging out, poppin' pills, now she sniffin', now she's real
Caught me trippin' on my line
[Interlude 1:]
You reached 3-1-3-7-8-9-0-5-0-9
Ugh
I ain't around, leave a message
Baby, call me, I'm high haha
[Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9":]
I came back from tour, she done got skinny with acne
She got her hair dyed blond and it's up in a bun
Her ass is flat and it's gone
I asked what the fuck was happening
She reached up and tried to slap me
(No, ahhh!)
I slipped and she missed it
And then ran in the bathroom and slammed the door
I was like, hell you alright?
All I heard through the screaming was something about me following chicks on Snapchat
And her having pics of me and her in the sack last
And she 'bout to go sell it to a site
She even told me she already sent an email to my wife
Damn, my lil misses blackmailing me and shit
I guess she fell for the hype
[Hook 3 - K-Young:]
My lil misses on my mind, misses on my mind
You completely switched into another bitch
So now I got a psycho mistress on my line
[Verse 4 - Royce Da 5'9":]
For some reason I believed the bitch
Best thing I could do is tell my wife before my wifey see the shit
Maybe I can loosen her up by taking her on a vacation or skiing trip
Maybe I can lean in for a kiss and plead the fifth
Damn, shit was all good just a week ago until we hit a fever pitch
Now I gotta go on my phone and delete the bitch
Then I get a text saying "I'm pregnant and I'm keeping it
I'm a get my child support and I plan on paying my lease with it
You ain't never gotta worry about hearing from me again"
[Interlude 2:]
Aye what up this is Royce I'm away from my phone for at least two weeks, I'm on a family trip with my wife and kids. Please leave a message
You didn't tell me about no family trip. Fuck that bitch, fuck your family, Roy I need you to call me
[Outro:]
It was all good, just a week ago, yeah
High in the sky and I played my role
It was all good, just a week ago, yeah
I understood and now I am alone, yeah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Call me
What would Lincoln's bitch ass do at a time like this?
Shit, I'm a answer my damn phone
Dope! lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Loren W. Oden)
[Intro - Lincoln & Porsche:]
Hello
Hey Lincoln
Hey Porsche what's up
Hey baby what's up
Nah nothing much, what's up with you?
Nah nothing, got this broke ass nigga outside
Oh y'all about to go out? Hang?
I ain't going out for long
Probably cause he don't be blowing no good
Naw baby he ain't like you, he don't be blowing no good
Haha well shit I got hotpockets in the oven, what you need?
I wanna see you later
Well my son do got a basketball game later on, but that lil nigga ain't even starting so
You so crazy
Yeah I'm... I can save that gas, I'll be through there
[Verse 1:]
I been waiting in this bitch driveway for an hour my nigga, hell no
There's only one way I can fix this problem my nigga, that's sell dope
I ain't come in this bitch to politic or rub elbows
Even my own bitch know I'm mentally unavailable, I'm busy, I sell dope
I'm focused, I'm focused, I'm focused on three things
That's go and buy three chains, that's fuck your bitch at my earliest convenience and sell dope
When I'm with her she creeping on you, when I hit it I hit it with my phone on speaker phone
While she's moaning I'm still tryna, tryna sell dope
My teacher asked me what I wanna do when I grow up, I told her "Bitch, sell dope"
She told me go to the principle's office, I went to go sell dope
I don't care about y'all, what y'all wear, where y'all been
All I know is I'm fresh as fuck from head to toe
If you don't like it you can get the fuck out my car go over there somewhere over there [?] (you rude)
And when you see that bum make sure you tell him I said that I sell dope
For all the times I was dead broke
Speaking of dead, when I die, I swear I'm a try, I'm a still try to sell dope, sell dope
[Hook 1:]
There's no other life out here I know
So I guess I should...
Sell dope
This is the only life for me
So I...
Sell dope
The nights are long and cold
Long and cold
But out here on these streets you'd swear I had pure gold
Pure gold
In my hands I hold your hope
Nigga cause I...
Sell dope
[Verse 2:]
This bitch told me I can't get them digits my nigga, my nigga, aw hell no
It's only one way I'm a fix this my nigga, that's sell dope
A fan asked me for a picture, I squatted down for a jail pose
Then I dashed before the flash could finish, I forgot I had to go sell dope
What news you got, if it ain't about selling dope, I can't take it
The doctor gave me five months to live, I told her "Nigga, I can't make it"
Tell whoever set my expiring date I had a prior engagement to sell dope
That's why I'm in every discussion, I could sell a whale a bucket
Of well water, I could sell Harriot Tubman a mothafuckin' railroad
I'm the flower with the thorn rising out the concrete, y'all just born on Melrose
I stay strapped, I stay strapped like velcro
When I meet new people I introduce myself as "I sell dope"
I just had a job interview, they asked if I ever been to jail before
I said "Yes" then I got up and left, like fuck this shit I'm a sell dope
Cause right now I'm dead broke
Speaking of dead, when I die, I swear I'm a try, I'm a still try to sell dope, I'm a try to sell dope
[Hook 2:]
There's no other life out here I know
So I should...
Sell dope
This is the only life I know
The nights are long and cold
Long and cold
But out here on these streets you'd swear I had pure gold
Pure gold
In my hands I hold your hope
Nigga cause I...
Sell dope
[Outro:]
America, America, God shed His grace on thee
America, America, when will we all be free?
(I say it every day of my life God bless America)
Hello
Hey Lincoln
Hey Porsche what's up
Hey baby what's up
Nah nothing much, what's up with you?
Nah nothing, got this broke ass nigga outside
Oh y'all about to go out? Hang?
I ain't going out for long
Probably cause he don't be blowing no good
Naw baby he ain't like you, he don't be blowing no good
Haha well shit I got hotpockets in the oven, what you need?
I wanna see you later
Well my son do got a basketball game later on, but that lil nigga ain't even starting so
You so crazy
Yeah I'm... I can save that gas, I'll be through there
[Verse 1:]
I been waiting in this bitch driveway for an hour my nigga, hell no
There's only one way I can fix this problem my nigga, that's sell dope
I ain't come in this bitch to politic or rub elbows
Even my own bitch know I'm mentally unavailable, I'm busy, I sell dope
I'm focused, I'm focused, I'm focused on three things
That's go and buy three chains, that's fuck your bitch at my earliest convenience and sell dope
When I'm with her she creeping on you, when I hit it I hit it with my phone on speaker phone
While she's moaning I'm still tryna, tryna sell dope
My teacher asked me what I wanna do when I grow up, I told her "Bitch, sell dope"
She told me go to the principle's office, I went to go sell dope
I don't care about y'all, what y'all wear, where y'all been
All I know is I'm fresh as fuck from head to toe
If you don't like it you can get the fuck out my car go over there somewhere over there [?] (you rude)
And when you see that bum make sure you tell him I said that I sell dope
For all the times I was dead broke
Speaking of dead, when I die, I swear I'm a try, I'm a still try to sell dope, sell dope
[Hook 1:]
There's no other life out here I know
So I guess I should...
Sell dope
This is the only life for me
So I...
Sell dope
The nights are long and cold
Long and cold
But out here on these streets you'd swear I had pure gold
Pure gold
In my hands I hold your hope
Nigga cause I...
Sell dope
[Verse 2:]
This bitch told me I can't get them digits my nigga, my nigga, aw hell no
It's only one way I'm a fix this my nigga, that's sell dope
A fan asked me for a picture, I squatted down for a jail pose
Then I dashed before the flash could finish, I forgot I had to go sell dope
What news you got, if it ain't about selling dope, I can't take it
The doctor gave me five months to live, I told her "Nigga, I can't make it"
Tell whoever set my expiring date I had a prior engagement to sell dope
That's why I'm in every discussion, I could sell a whale a bucket
Of well water, I could sell Harriot Tubman a mothafuckin' railroad
I'm the flower with the thorn rising out the concrete, y'all just born on Melrose
I stay strapped, I stay strapped like velcro
When I meet new people I introduce myself as "I sell dope"
I just had a job interview, they asked if I ever been to jail before
I said "Yes" then I got up and left, like fuck this shit I'm a sell dope
Cause right now I'm dead broke
Speaking of dead, when I die, I swear I'm a try, I'm a still try to sell dope, I'm a try to sell dope
[Hook 2:]
There's no other life out here I know
So I should...
Sell dope
This is the only life I know
The nights are long and cold
Long and cold
But out here on these streets you'd swear I had pure gold
Pure gold
In my hands I hold your hope
Nigga cause I...
Sell dope
[Outro:]
America, America, God shed His grace on thee
America, America, when will we all be free?
(I say it every day of my life God bless America)
America lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
[Chorus:]
I said America the beautiful
Land of free, home of brave
Everyone is born and raised to think like a dead man
When you alive you the lowest on the totem pole
And soon as you die then here goes this
Oh, now he heroic
Oh, now he the coldest
Oh, now it's he had that talent and I didn't know it
Man listen, being humble ain't gon get you out your grave
You should treat your life the same way you thinking like and go and whip it like a slave
[Verse 1:]
What the fuck is arrogant?
That's the shit they injecting into us Americans
How bout I think I was put here to push European whips
And so what if you don't like, I thought you'd be inspired
By the way I whip it, way I whip it
Way I whip it, way I whip it
I whip it
Right past the pretenders, the men with no passion
Who think it's possible to be past your potential like life has just ended
The spirit broken and so the wife and kids are born into only knowing the White Castle menu
While the richest born into white castles
Attending Bar Mitzvahs, the future of us niggas is in syringes
We meant for the NFL, injure the NBA
Anyway, I take popping shots at niggas over recieving posthumous props from niggas any day
Maybe y'all just scared, lost in everybody saying not to floss so you go watch the Walking Dead
Yeah you and
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
What the fuck does humble mean?
Call me good at something I'll say I'm good at a bunch of things
I feel my whole life my fire should be lit
I feel my wife's pussy wet each time she sees my dick she get excited by the way I whip it, way I whip it, way I whip it
She likes the way I whip it
I whip it
Man look here, I've been anti-corporate since daddy told me
That they force me here against my will
Without no horses or some land
Of course they saying I'm supposed to just forget they throw the scrap at those that can distract with those endorsements
Closing doors and all of those who buy the clothes and shoes
And booze and albums
Hope you not expecting treatment by the book
From he who wants you to forget that you was brought over here by the boat
I don't know why niggas say they money funny when it's low
Cause when you broke it's not a joke
Talk that we can't take shit with us when we die shit
You don't leave behind shit cause you died without shit
In
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
If he's hot, expose him, then
Roll on him, we can't roll on him
Roll on his closest kin
That kind of behavior, I call that Niggerdom, Niggerdom
Mentally enslave them, taze them, then they go crazy
Uh, here they come
Everybody think a revolution coming
Wanna be involved in the riot
Everybody arguing out here, this how I feel
What in the Jiminy cracker corner fuck are we bickering for?
This shit here is bigger than war
They sticking and sicken the shit in the food that the nigga consume so it's hidden in stores
Some shit that can kill your fertility, damage your thinking
Limit your abilities, think about that now
The fact that y'all living is crazy cause alcoholism go black people tapping out quicker than Savion Glover
And we ain't no avi on leathers
We dying each time that the Hennessy pours
Our plugs are the mothers on the other side of our umbilical cord
Can I talk my shit? Y'all niggas confidence dropping
Y'all letting people control y'all flow who don't know how y'all clocks tick
I'm disgusted
Find the money if the money don't fit
Do like me on this and find a different pocket
Only in America
[Outro:]
Oh damn, I guess you is kinda talented
Make sure you don't forget where you came from, boy
Always stay humble
Now why don't you do that thing again with your tongue
You know that one thing when you go with it
Whip cracking sound
I said America the beautiful
Land of free, home of brave
Everyone is born and raised to think like a dead man
When you alive you the lowest on the totem pole
And soon as you die then here goes this
Oh, now he heroic
Oh, now he the coldest
Oh, now it's he had that talent and I didn't know it
Man listen, being humble ain't gon get you out your grave
You should treat your life the same way you thinking like and go and whip it like a slave
[Verse 1:]
What the fuck is arrogant?
That's the shit they injecting into us Americans
How bout I think I was put here to push European whips
And so what if you don't like, I thought you'd be inspired
By the way I whip it, way I whip it
Way I whip it, way I whip it
I whip it
Right past the pretenders, the men with no passion
Who think it's possible to be past your potential like life has just ended
The spirit broken and so the wife and kids are born into only knowing the White Castle menu
While the richest born into white castles
Attending Bar Mitzvahs, the future of us niggas is in syringes
We meant for the NFL, injure the NBA
Anyway, I take popping shots at niggas over recieving posthumous props from niggas any day
Maybe y'all just scared, lost in everybody saying not to floss so you go watch the Walking Dead
Yeah you and
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
What the fuck does humble mean?
Call me good at something I'll say I'm good at a bunch of things
I feel my whole life my fire should be lit
I feel my wife's pussy wet each time she sees my dick she get excited by the way I whip it, way I whip it, way I whip it
She likes the way I whip it
I whip it
Man look here, I've been anti-corporate since daddy told me
That they force me here against my will
Without no horses or some land
Of course they saying I'm supposed to just forget they throw the scrap at those that can distract with those endorsements
Closing doors and all of those who buy the clothes and shoes
And booze and albums
Hope you not expecting treatment by the book
From he who wants you to forget that you was brought over here by the boat
I don't know why niggas say they money funny when it's low
Cause when you broke it's not a joke
Talk that we can't take shit with us when we die shit
You don't leave behind shit cause you died without shit
In
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
If he's hot, expose him, then
Roll on him, we can't roll on him
Roll on his closest kin
That kind of behavior, I call that Niggerdom, Niggerdom
Mentally enslave them, taze them, then they go crazy
Uh, here they come
Everybody think a revolution coming
Wanna be involved in the riot
Everybody arguing out here, this how I feel
What in the Jiminy cracker corner fuck are we bickering for?
This shit here is bigger than war
They sticking and sicken the shit in the food that the nigga consume so it's hidden in stores
Some shit that can kill your fertility, damage your thinking
Limit your abilities, think about that now
The fact that y'all living is crazy cause alcoholism go black people tapping out quicker than Savion Glover
And we ain't no avi on leathers
We dying each time that the Hennessy pours
Our plugs are the mothers on the other side of our umbilical cord
Can I talk my shit? Y'all niggas confidence dropping
Y'all letting people control y'all flow who don't know how y'all clocks tick
I'm disgusted
Find the money if the money don't fit
Do like me on this and find a different pocket
Only in America
[Outro:]
Oh damn, I guess you is kinda talented
Make sure you don't forget where you came from, boy
Always stay humble
Now why don't you do that thing again with your tongue
You know that one thing when you go with it
Whip cracking sound
ayers lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Pusha T & Rick Ross)
[Intro:]
Look at you, no pleasure in creative thinking,
because you don't think creatively anymore.
The real joy of being a human being is to be able to use your mind in the manner
that the Almighty God has designed the human mind to do
[Verse 1 - Pusha T:]
Tug of war and my mind's like a clash of the titans
Thoughts contrast so it's layers to my writin'
God fearin', but I'm Guy Fisher
Yeah, God hearin', but I'm gone fishin'
I'm an artist, drug dealer, foreign car keys
Drop jewels so these falcons like the Maltese
Birds in the trunk so these keys, now they homin'
Letters and numbers on the Coupe like it's Roman
Woo, all black like the omen
Kim said it, yup, BIG wrote it
So I'm feeling like a Greek God when I quote it
Lightyears ahead, but I was caught up in the moment
Moment of clarity, moment of silence
Burner on my waist, yet I'm saying stop the violence
Sitting on that white horse, look at prince valiant
Dad shakes his head cause the worst waste his talents
I philosophize for them Pitchfork scholars
Devil on my shoulder and the pitchfork follows
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
[Interlude 1:]
A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over
by another and whose sphere of freedom is limited according to the wishes of a master.
Your power and authority is ruled over by another and your sphere of freedom
of activity is governed by the wishes of somebody else
[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9":]
Them niggas wanna see me runnin', they know I won't
They say misery loves company, no, I don't
Ain't got no time for you to try on no Manolo Blahniks
All I got time to do is go back in time and pose with the Unabomber
Just so I can go back in time a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
I'm Doug E. Fresh in the flesh, I beat box
I boo-boo-du-du between the sheets to seek the G-Spot
I'm in bed with three naked ladies holding hands
I'm in bed with three major labels
And I ain't talkin' 'bout wearing clothing brands
Underground locomotive man
Putting on a global show that no promoter can
I philosophize with wise words from learned lessons
In my world mistakes turns to blessings
The hate turned to destiny
I'm saying Lord Jesus while the Lord's most gorgeous creatures take turns blessing me
I got your baby momma down on all fours
When drama comin', I'm all for it
If it ain't about the money please let this be your last question
You players can jump if you want, but you half-stepping like Paul George
I make the yay invisible in like a day or two
That's how the players do, my nigga, there's layers to it
[Interlude 2:]
First in science, first in technology, wealthiest country on Earth,
most powerful country on Earth is twenty sixth in education.
So you have all been taken and you don't even realize
that you have been dumbed to the point where you are like sheep
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross:]
Paranoid of poverty, hustle was the philosophy
I seen a kilo, I swear it became a part of me
Lie, cheat and steal, I had it mastered by my teens
Started hands on, a nigga still pulling strings
Hotel suites, straight selling nigga's dreams
Motel 6 as I let the beeper ring
Was a water boy, but balling always in my genes
Season ticket holder, nigga sitting with the team
Feds on the roof of the spreads in the juice
So suspicious of the cars, tuitions for the schools
Labeled a mastermind, I positioned every move
Shots fired, now the deposition from the crew
Smooth operation, but the money came in knots
Forty million there, I dare you tell me what I'm not
I own fifty homes and wanna get fifty more
Counting this fast money and fucking my bitches slow
Rozay
Look at you, no pleasure in creative thinking,
because you don't think creatively anymore.
The real joy of being a human being is to be able to use your mind in the manner
that the Almighty God has designed the human mind to do
[Verse 1 - Pusha T:]
Tug of war and my mind's like a clash of the titans
Thoughts contrast so it's layers to my writin'
God fearin', but I'm Guy Fisher
Yeah, God hearin', but I'm gone fishin'
I'm an artist, drug dealer, foreign car keys
Drop jewels so these falcons like the Maltese
Birds in the trunk so these keys, now they homin'
Letters and numbers on the Coupe like it's Roman
Woo, all black like the omen
Kim said it, yup, BIG wrote it
So I'm feeling like a Greek God when I quote it
Lightyears ahead, but I was caught up in the moment
Moment of clarity, moment of silence
Burner on my waist, yet I'm saying stop the violence
Sitting on that white horse, look at prince valiant
Dad shakes his head cause the worst waste his talents
I philosophize for them Pitchfork scholars
Devil on my shoulder and the pitchfork follows
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
[Interlude 1:]
A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over
by another and whose sphere of freedom is limited according to the wishes of a master.
Your power and authority is ruled over by another and your sphere of freedom
of activity is governed by the wishes of somebody else
[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9":]
Them niggas wanna see me runnin', they know I won't
They say misery loves company, no, I don't
Ain't got no time for you to try on no Manolo Blahniks
All I got time to do is go back in time and pose with the Unabomber
Just so I can go back in time a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
I'm Doug E. Fresh in the flesh, I beat box
I boo-boo-du-du between the sheets to seek the G-Spot
I'm in bed with three naked ladies holding hands
I'm in bed with three major labels
And I ain't talkin' 'bout wearing clothing brands
Underground locomotive man
Putting on a global show that no promoter can
I philosophize with wise words from learned lessons
In my world mistakes turns to blessings
The hate turned to destiny
I'm saying Lord Jesus while the Lord's most gorgeous creatures take turns blessing me
I got your baby momma down on all fours
When drama comin', I'm all for it
If it ain't about the money please let this be your last question
You players can jump if you want, but you half-stepping like Paul George
I make the yay invisible in like a day or two
That's how the players do, my nigga, there's layers to it
[Interlude 2:]
First in science, first in technology, wealthiest country on Earth,
most powerful country on Earth is twenty sixth in education.
So you have all been taken and you don't even realize
that you have been dumbed to the point where you are like sheep
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross:]
Paranoid of poverty, hustle was the philosophy
I seen a kilo, I swear it became a part of me
Lie, cheat and steal, I had it mastered by my teens
Started hands on, a nigga still pulling strings
Hotel suites, straight selling nigga's dreams
Motel 6 as I let the beeper ring
Was a water boy, but balling always in my genes
Season ticket holder, nigga sitting with the team
Feds on the roof of the spreads in the juice
So suspicious of the cars, tuitions for the schools
Labeled a mastermind, I positioned every move
Shots fired, now the deposition from the crew
Smooth operation, but the money came in knots
Forty million there, I dare you tell me what I'm not
I own fifty homes and wanna get fifty more
Counting this fast money and fucking my bitches slow
Rozay
Quiet lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Tiara & Mr. Porter)
[Intro/Ad-Lib - Mr. Porter:]
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
[Pre-Hook - Mr. Porter:]
See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say
I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet
[Hook - Royce (Mr. Porter):]
That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)
[Verse 1 - Royce:]
Hold up, shhh, keep your mouth shut
Them street sweepers will come through and clean your house up
Us Detroit niggas call that yellow-taping the scene
My south niggas call it chopped up, you know
We put money on it when it's real, they call me mr. fifty a head
I'm sending ten niggas to kill ya at ten until
Every man got an expiration date and a price
All my revolvers got the spinnin' wheel
I make the Lord you pray to appear tonight like Vanna White
Them racketeering chargers startin' to look like a tennis deal
I caught it, got it in my backyard guarding the weed and lookin' like some spinnish spiel, but still I'm dealin' raw
From selling to buying weed, actually I'm stealin' all
I'm the last of a dying breed that I'm out here killing off
Four of my closest friends don't know their papas so I pull out rows of dollars to show 'em these real forefathers peelin' off
Get money
[Pre-Hook - Mr. Porter:]
See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say
I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet
[Hook - Royce (Mr. Porter):]
That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)
[Verse 2 - Tiara:]
Shhh, I should have been born deaf mute
Talkin' get you stripped naked
Shootin' at your feet, dancin', till chip and dale's at your rescue
If there's a wrinkle [?] oppress you
Look, time is money, I'm on EST
Keep playin, light up your block like Christmas E-v-e
I'm the new edition of poison: BBD
For that [?] my niggas astound you: EBT
I let a hot line sting 'em, you and the cops while I'm singin'
Ever since you left the city, now they hotline's blingin', hmm
Seen a paddy wagon cruisin' and I'm deducin'
That they are only movin' cause all the rumors that you in
If I had to draw a conclusion all the gangsters we losing is
Because of the illusion, you are not in collusion with
The voice is where I'm [?] is causing all this confusion
And they wouldn't even know, but y'all tellin' what niggas doin'
[Pre-Hook - Mr. Porter:]
See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say
I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet
[Hook - Royce (Mr. Porter):]
That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)
[Verse 3 - Royce:]
I'm going on an AK-a-thon
Throw a Bible at some shallow waters right before I go and pray upon
Double parked, custom license plates says I can pay a fine
I ain't in the zone, I'm in the mother fuckin' lay-up line
Speaking of lay ups, we do homi's based on how we doin'
Last lay up line I was in was a body viewing
I'm preoccupied with the Earth's ills, good 'erbals
First meal was milk, I milk these niggas for my first meal
Full circle, off of just talking I can tell types
But I still give that bitch my whip test
If she not exhausted then she can easily tailpipe
Playin' that dirty hand I was dealt, don't complain to me nigga, tell Christ
I'm standing over coffins with hammers and screws, with a sickness
Man a cure wouldn't hand a nigga these nails right
Only hand-me-down I had was inherited head lice
But nothing's more bugged out as my head size, I live twice
E'ery day, one for the body of Martin Luther King, I'm dead nice
Rest call me Malcom, they want me dead because I'm dead right
Ask me to spell die, I'm a accidentally spell dice
I can shelve a label with my shelve life
I'm a rider, but still I steal bikes
Out of the field, terrorizing reptiles and field mice
I'm cut like I'm touched, a blind man with braille spikes
I'm deep, I could break up a mother fuckin' whale fight
[Pre-Hook - Mr. Porter:]
See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say
I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet
[Hook - Royce (Mr. Porter):]
That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
[Pre-Hook - Mr. Porter:]
See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say
I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet
[Hook - Royce (Mr. Porter):]
That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)
[Verse 1 - Royce:]
Hold up, shhh, keep your mouth shut
Them street sweepers will come through and clean your house up
Us Detroit niggas call that yellow-taping the scene
My south niggas call it chopped up, you know
We put money on it when it's real, they call me mr. fifty a head
I'm sending ten niggas to kill ya at ten until
Every man got an expiration date and a price
All my revolvers got the spinnin' wheel
I make the Lord you pray to appear tonight like Vanna White
Them racketeering chargers startin' to look like a tennis deal
I caught it, got it in my backyard guarding the weed and lookin' like some spinnish spiel, but still I'm dealin' raw
From selling to buying weed, actually I'm stealin' all
I'm the last of a dying breed that I'm out here killing off
Four of my closest friends don't know their papas so I pull out rows of dollars to show 'em these real forefathers peelin' off
Get money
[Pre-Hook - Mr. Porter:]
See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say
I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet
[Hook - Royce (Mr. Porter):]
That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)
[Verse 2 - Tiara:]
Shhh, I should have been born deaf mute
Talkin' get you stripped naked
Shootin' at your feet, dancin', till chip and dale's at your rescue
If there's a wrinkle [?] oppress you
Look, time is money, I'm on EST
Keep playin, light up your block like Christmas E-v-e
I'm the new edition of poison: BBD
For that [?] my niggas astound you: EBT
I let a hot line sting 'em, you and the cops while I'm singin'
Ever since you left the city, now they hotline's blingin', hmm
Seen a paddy wagon cruisin' and I'm deducin'
That they are only movin' cause all the rumors that you in
If I had to draw a conclusion all the gangsters we losing is
Because of the illusion, you are not in collusion with
The voice is where I'm [?] is causing all this confusion
And they wouldn't even know, but y'all tellin' what niggas doin'
[Pre-Hook - Mr. Porter:]
See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say
I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet
[Hook - Royce (Mr. Porter):]
That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)
[Verse 3 - Royce:]
I'm going on an AK-a-thon
Throw a Bible at some shallow waters right before I go and pray upon
Double parked, custom license plates says I can pay a fine
I ain't in the zone, I'm in the mother fuckin' lay-up line
Speaking of lay ups, we do homi's based on how we doin'
Last lay up line I was in was a body viewing
I'm preoccupied with the Earth's ills, good 'erbals
First meal was milk, I milk these niggas for my first meal
Full circle, off of just talking I can tell types
But I still give that bitch my whip test
If she not exhausted then she can easily tailpipe
Playin' that dirty hand I was dealt, don't complain to me nigga, tell Christ
I'm standing over coffins with hammers and screws, with a sickness
Man a cure wouldn't hand a nigga these nails right
Only hand-me-down I had was inherited head lice
But nothing's more bugged out as my head size, I live twice
E'ery day, one for the body of Martin Luther King, I'm dead nice
Rest call me Malcom, they want me dead because I'm dead right
Ask me to spell die, I'm a accidentally spell dice
I can shelve a label with my shelve life
I'm a rider, but still I steal bikes
Out of the field, terrorizing reptiles and field mice
I'm cut like I'm touched, a blind man with braille spikes
I'm deep, I could break up a mother fuckin' whale fight
[Pre-Hook - Mr. Porter:]
See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say
I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet
[Hook - Royce (Mr. Porter):]
That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)
Gottaknow lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
[Intro:]
Hold up!
Presenting to you, the President of the United States
The bullet being lodged an inch away from his heart
Reagan is launched into the operating room
And tells his doctors, I hope you're all Republicans
[Verse 1:]
Cash rules everything around me
I ain't claiming I'm street
I'm just saying everything that surrounds me is concrete
In the burb a lot, ride all because I bubble like Don P
Right beside me's a dime piece, college girl looking bout as good as I sleep
That's cause I keep it low, the opposite of high key
Y'all niggas got the wrong idea bout what's really going on, out here
Y'all weird, I see, they told you, Keep your ears to the streets
Y'all niggas laying down and y'all ears out here in these streets
I guess you took it literal
Guess the only code you live by's forget-it-code
Uh, if I should get my own guilty verdict
May the next man learn from it, then flourish
You could put it on the news, you could put my face on the front of a shirt, then the latest video, then blur it
Y'all niggas fucking with the next nigga, bitch
Mostly attracted to her cause she the next nigga bitch
One of my niggas made a name for killing niggas
Now he on the slaying spree for Dilla niggas, I call it the nigga nitch
Life is set up for you to dig a ditch
God is looking down on all, being carried by the crisp pallbearers
Like, just ball, player
You ain't even gotta pull a trigger, you can still assist
I'm a keep it real as this
[Chorus:]
Got to know when to row from the madness
Got to know when to give these niggas passes
Got to know when to hold em and when to fold em
Got to know when to beats niggas asses
Got to know when the money ain't good money
Got to know when somebody ain't good for ya
Got to know when to open and when to close
When being silent exposes, and when it's golden
Got to know all I got to know
Got to know all I got to know
[Verse 2:]
God made us niggas, then made us all breakable
Then gave us all decision making, that'll make or break a nigga
People tryna blaze with you, just so they can lace a nigga
All because of public sensationalism
With brothers with faces that people see and can relate to
When the place where the foundation of eating's
Higher population is based on popularity
Gotta be careful where you place your wisdom
All it takes is just one conversation, where you, unbeknownst to the fact you're talking to an abomination
At the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong crime taking place
That'll put you away for a long grind, where it's locked
Where it's not safe unless you know them combinations
Yeah, it's just a way a man to be taken by the same thing that took his brother
We don't learn from each other, we learn to look the other
Way when one of us in trouble
That karma looking to catch you, it's patient
It'll wait till you think you would love to come get you
Cause women been the downfall of men ever since pussy was discovered
Dearly beloved, you soul searching for nothing
Just follow the instincts the lord versed you with, historically
That feeling that you get in your gut been getting ignored more than that poor person
Who's living under the gun in this cold, cold world that we live in
That's under the imminent control of the consumer and indigenous war merchants
More religion and more churches, doctors, more nurses
Cause it's the American way to make anything that'll finish you or drop you, for purchase
Who said I couldn't buy my way into heaven?
All I need is a bottle, a couple dollars, a couple people that'll keep me company
And who love misery as much as me
You got to know your pedigree, got to be yourself at all times
Your true self at all times ain't gon hesitate to let you know when you should let it be
A lot of these brothers done died tryna follow their pride
Gotta know the alert signs, them butterflies are reliable as your first mind, genetically
[Chorus]
Hold up!
Presenting to you, the President of the United States
The bullet being lodged an inch away from his heart
Reagan is launched into the operating room
And tells his doctors, I hope you're all Republicans
[Verse 1:]
Cash rules everything around me
I ain't claiming I'm street
I'm just saying everything that surrounds me is concrete
In the burb a lot, ride all because I bubble like Don P
Right beside me's a dime piece, college girl looking bout as good as I sleep
That's cause I keep it low, the opposite of high key
Y'all niggas got the wrong idea bout what's really going on, out here
Y'all weird, I see, they told you, Keep your ears to the streets
Y'all niggas laying down and y'all ears out here in these streets
I guess you took it literal
Guess the only code you live by's forget-it-code
Uh, if I should get my own guilty verdict
May the next man learn from it, then flourish
You could put it on the news, you could put my face on the front of a shirt, then the latest video, then blur it
Y'all niggas fucking with the next nigga, bitch
Mostly attracted to her cause she the next nigga bitch
One of my niggas made a name for killing niggas
Now he on the slaying spree for Dilla niggas, I call it the nigga nitch
Life is set up for you to dig a ditch
God is looking down on all, being carried by the crisp pallbearers
Like, just ball, player
You ain't even gotta pull a trigger, you can still assist
I'm a keep it real as this
[Chorus:]
Got to know when to row from the madness
Got to know when to give these niggas passes
Got to know when to hold em and when to fold em
Got to know when to beats niggas asses
Got to know when the money ain't good money
Got to know when somebody ain't good for ya
Got to know when to open and when to close
When being silent exposes, and when it's golden
Got to know all I got to know
Got to know all I got to know
[Verse 2:]
God made us niggas, then made us all breakable
Then gave us all decision making, that'll make or break a nigga
People tryna blaze with you, just so they can lace a nigga
All because of public sensationalism
With brothers with faces that people see and can relate to
When the place where the foundation of eating's
Higher population is based on popularity
Gotta be careful where you place your wisdom
All it takes is just one conversation, where you, unbeknownst to the fact you're talking to an abomination
At the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong crime taking place
That'll put you away for a long grind, where it's locked
Where it's not safe unless you know them combinations
Yeah, it's just a way a man to be taken by the same thing that took his brother
We don't learn from each other, we learn to look the other
Way when one of us in trouble
That karma looking to catch you, it's patient
It'll wait till you think you would love to come get you
Cause women been the downfall of men ever since pussy was discovered
Dearly beloved, you soul searching for nothing
Just follow the instincts the lord versed you with, historically
That feeling that you get in your gut been getting ignored more than that poor person
Who's living under the gun in this cold, cold world that we live in
That's under the imminent control of the consumer and indigenous war merchants
More religion and more churches, doctors, more nurses
Cause it's the American way to make anything that'll finish you or drop you, for purchase
Who said I couldn't buy my way into heaven?
All I need is a bottle, a couple dollars, a couple people that'll keep me company
And who love misery as much as me
You got to know your pedigree, got to be yourself at all times
Your true self at all times ain't gon hesitate to let you know when you should let it be
A lot of these brothers done died tryna follow their pride
Gotta know the alert signs, them butterflies are reliable as your first mind, genetically
[Chorus]
Off lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
I'm signing off on this
On the same ones the treasury prints
With every intent to see niggas dying off of it
I signed to Sony
A couple of years after the NBA signed Kobe
And he about to retire
So if anybody see Don Lenner
Make sure you tell him I ain't lost it yet
Somebody tell Tom Silverman "Hi" for me
Look in the sky there's a fly sorcerer
Eye-balling me from of a flying saucer
And my mind is like a full clip
And my competitions' magazines are running low
Like the Source and Vibe offices
Since '99, Hip-Hop been like my orphanage
Got dropped a lot
But every time I signed I got a million
A&Rs and exec's were telling me I'm not appealing
Try to turn me into Nas, I'm not him but I forgive you
This is a Boy Marley
Bob Dillon spiritual vibe that I'm feeling
These scars are time healing
Clearly you lost
You tried to put me in a box-how dare you
Try to minimize a lyrical God?
I'll godzilla these walls
My prime's no time near
I'll improvise till my ceilings
Get wizard of Oz
I'm the illest alive
I'm the rose that rose
From the concrete with the thorn
And when I'm gone I shall live in a vase
Me and Porter just handling business
Boy we came a long way from blasting cannons
And having to throw 'em in trash cans
Dismantling shipments
I had the manager shift at my day job too
I laid down rules
No gas station past 8 mile
Past eight or late drive-throughs
Maxwell tap, you play the whole B side
You flip it over and hear the whole A side too
Now we got iCloud and FaceTime basically
To knock down the grape vine
Make way as the chaos ensues
Niggas safe and ratchet calling themselves bosses
But they not
They David Hasselhoff
And they bay watch
But I'm cool
Nowadays my life be lavish
Who I'm out with tonight
It might be a model or
Might be an actress
She might be a ballerina
She might do plays
She might just like theatrics
She might be famous
I must just pipe her for bragging rights
She might get mad at the paparazzi
For flashing cameras at her ass
As she covers her face
As if she's dabbing
She might be dragging
Meet at some uptight fashion show somewhere
Where people like Madonna and Bono go
I might take one look up and down at the clothes
And say, "Hell no, It's time to go."
Come on it's time to go
I might fuck her on the kitchen table
At her crib in the Hamptons
I might lay her down gently
I might slam her
I might even fuck around and yell domino
I soldiers sound off like "you got a pair."
I'm a real nigga
I done lost a lot of friends over the years
I've been losing a lot of hair
Been told that I'm out my mind
But if you only knew what was inside it
You too would choose to stay out of there
I take my hats off to the addicts
Going through something tragic in their lives
Shit even I backed off the madness
I had to take some time off the rap and realize
Now how do I stop being underrated?
How do I get props like, let's say, a Drake?
But I rap with the skill set of let's say
A Black Thought or an Elhzi
If Jay Elec can bag a Rothschild without an album then I can come back to rap after doing some jail time
No one cares about sales now
They care about Facebook status
It's all about gadgets and getting fatter than hell
And consuming shit like them Patti LaBelle pies
Like lunatics, speaking of, I knew this chick
Who used to just be happy to make it out the hood to see me
Then she got on some fucking [?] shit
She's starting asking me to do some shit...
(Record fades to close)
On the same ones the treasury prints
With every intent to see niggas dying off of it
I signed to Sony
A couple of years after the NBA signed Kobe
And he about to retire
So if anybody see Don Lenner
Make sure you tell him I ain't lost it yet
Somebody tell Tom Silverman "Hi" for me
Look in the sky there's a fly sorcerer
Eye-balling me from of a flying saucer
And my mind is like a full clip
And my competitions' magazines are running low
Like the Source and Vibe offices
Since '99, Hip-Hop been like my orphanage
Got dropped a lot
But every time I signed I got a million
A&Rs and exec's were telling me I'm not appealing
Try to turn me into Nas, I'm not him but I forgive you
This is a Boy Marley
Bob Dillon spiritual vibe that I'm feeling
These scars are time healing
Clearly you lost
You tried to put me in a box-how dare you
Try to minimize a lyrical God?
I'll godzilla these walls
My prime's no time near
I'll improvise till my ceilings
Get wizard of Oz
I'm the illest alive
I'm the rose that rose
From the concrete with the thorn
And when I'm gone I shall live in a vase
Me and Porter just handling business
Boy we came a long way from blasting cannons
And having to throw 'em in trash cans
Dismantling shipments
I had the manager shift at my day job too
I laid down rules
No gas station past 8 mile
Past eight or late drive-throughs
Maxwell tap, you play the whole B side
You flip it over and hear the whole A side too
Now we got iCloud and FaceTime basically
To knock down the grape vine
Make way as the chaos ensues
Niggas safe and ratchet calling themselves bosses
But they not
They David Hasselhoff
And they bay watch
But I'm cool
Nowadays my life be lavish
Who I'm out with tonight
It might be a model or
Might be an actress
She might be a ballerina
She might do plays
She might just like theatrics
She might be famous
I must just pipe her for bragging rights
She might get mad at the paparazzi
For flashing cameras at her ass
As she covers her face
As if she's dabbing
She might be dragging
Meet at some uptight fashion show somewhere
Where people like Madonna and Bono go
I might take one look up and down at the clothes
And say, "Hell no, It's time to go."
Come on it's time to go
I might fuck her on the kitchen table
At her crib in the Hamptons
I might lay her down gently
I might slam her
I might even fuck around and yell domino
I soldiers sound off like "you got a pair."
I'm a real nigga
I done lost a lot of friends over the years
I've been losing a lot of hair
Been told that I'm out my mind
But if you only knew what was inside it
You too would choose to stay out of there
I take my hats off to the addicts
Going through something tragic in their lives
Shit even I backed off the madness
I had to take some time off the rap and realize
Now how do I stop being underrated?
How do I get props like, let's say, a Drake?
But I rap with the skill set of let's say
A Black Thought or an Elhzi
If Jay Elec can bag a Rothschild without an album then I can come back to rap after doing some jail time
No one cares about sales now
They care about Facebook status
It's all about gadgets and getting fatter than hell
And consuming shit like them Patti LaBelle pies
Like lunatics, speaking of, I knew this chick
Who used to just be happy to make it out the hood to see me
Then she got on some fucking [?] shit
She's starting asking me to do some shit...
(Record fades to close)
Black History - lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
DatPiff dot com, world premiere
Trust the fucking shooter
Soon as I was born I knew I was due to do some damage
Came out the womb, doctors passed me around the room and panicked
Four pounds, dark purple, couldn't even breathe on my own
Shakin' baby in an incubator
Breathing machine for my lungs
Doctor told my mom and pops they gon' have to keep me for a couple months
Papa regretting doing coke, mama probably those couple blunts
Little did they know there was nothing to be ashamed of
As long as we keep the unconditional love between us
I feel like the Mona Lisa
Hospital found out my pops had a lapse in his insurance
I learned just how people are quick to turn
The doctor came back and said "we gon' release him"
That's the same thing in my first deal the label head said
Same as the judge after 365 days in jail cells
You probably think my moms and pops ain't raise me well
Wait, please, I was hard-headed
The only person who could get through to me was maybe Jay-Z
They tried to give my autistic son medicine for ADHD
Same kid who could look at a piano and memorize all 88 keys
I learned everything I need to know at day one in the hospital
They gonna doubt you, nigga
And you can't even pay no one to care about you, nigga
As we proceed to give you what you need
My name is DJ Premier
I'd like to introduce to you Ant Man Wonder
On behalf of Bad-Half Entertainment and Works of Mart
PRhyme 2 is coming
1966, March 21st
In July 17th, '61 marks the birth
The birth of two phenoms
I'm talking about Chris Edward Martin and Keith Edward Elam
This is for the real Gang Starr fans
Not the ones who call us P-Rhyme
One come from Massachusetts, the other from Texas
Had a dream to become the next shit
Filled up his whole truck trunk with records
And moved to New York
That's where Premier the god linked with Guru the lord
If ever duplicated, hell froze
And there was a blue moon before it
And that shit birthed Group Home
Freddie Foxxx, inspired shit like Jay Z, Nas, B.I.G
I'm just comin' clean like the Jeru song
Yo! MTV raps, Rakim in the back
Fab 5 Freddy in the hat interviewing Chubb Rock
Pac in cut with his boots and juice on
Pac still killin' to this day, still the one they tryna be
Y'all know I'm from Detroit
I'm digging in the crates, now I'm from the diamond D
I ain't wit show biz
I'm just AG tryna sign me a Fat Joe deal and go and ball
And every bitch I got OG is on call, that's O.C
Bitch, I confess that I finesse
I smile at death like Malcolm X
I'm solid, yes, in '99 I told myself
If I could figure out how to bottle it I'd be out of debt
Y'all niggas just novices
Y'all can just move inside
I got that car pedestrian confidence, yes sir
I got that Uber Drive
Y'all wanna know who the best is
Look around at who alive and who done died (Then what?)
Then look at me, Kendrick Lamar and Pusha T
Em and the Slaughters
Y'all don't have to look any further for the rhymers
Y'all are the past, at the present time I'm the future
Cause all my competition tryin' be designers
I'm just tired of being underrated by these lazy bloggers
They just tired of re-rewinding
Y'all tired of me saying I'm the greatest? (Y'all tired yet?)
Fuck y'all, I'm tired of re-reminding
I survived Vietnam and my city laid me a grave
Prem laced me boom-boom-God-damn with Lady of Rage
Since then I've been on my Jaimie and Rae
Nobody seeing me
She douche, I give her dick she never forget, that's D and D
Prem cut
Come on back with me, this black history
Trust the fucking shooter
Soon as I was born I knew I was due to do some damage
Came out the womb, doctors passed me around the room and panicked
Four pounds, dark purple, couldn't even breathe on my own
Shakin' baby in an incubator
Breathing machine for my lungs
Doctor told my mom and pops they gon' have to keep me for a couple months
Papa regretting doing coke, mama probably those couple blunts
Little did they know there was nothing to be ashamed of
As long as we keep the unconditional love between us
I feel like the Mona Lisa
Hospital found out my pops had a lapse in his insurance
I learned just how people are quick to turn
The doctor came back and said "we gon' release him"
That's the same thing in my first deal the label head said
Same as the judge after 365 days in jail cells
You probably think my moms and pops ain't raise me well
Wait, please, I was hard-headed
The only person who could get through to me was maybe Jay-Z
They tried to give my autistic son medicine for ADHD
Same kid who could look at a piano and memorize all 88 keys
I learned everything I need to know at day one in the hospital
They gonna doubt you, nigga
And you can't even pay no one to care about you, nigga
As we proceed to give you what you need
My name is DJ Premier
I'd like to introduce to you Ant Man Wonder
On behalf of Bad-Half Entertainment and Works of Mart
PRhyme 2 is coming
1966, March 21st
In July 17th, '61 marks the birth
The birth of two phenoms
I'm talking about Chris Edward Martin and Keith Edward Elam
This is for the real Gang Starr fans
Not the ones who call us P-Rhyme
One come from Massachusetts, the other from Texas
Had a dream to become the next shit
Filled up his whole truck trunk with records
And moved to New York
That's where Premier the god linked with Guru the lord
If ever duplicated, hell froze
And there was a blue moon before it
And that shit birthed Group Home
Freddie Foxxx, inspired shit like Jay Z, Nas, B.I.G
I'm just comin' clean like the Jeru song
Yo! MTV raps, Rakim in the back
Fab 5 Freddy in the hat interviewing Chubb Rock
Pac in cut with his boots and juice on
Pac still killin' to this day, still the one they tryna be
Y'all know I'm from Detroit
I'm digging in the crates, now I'm from the diamond D
I ain't wit show biz
I'm just AG tryna sign me a Fat Joe deal and go and ball
And every bitch I got OG is on call, that's O.C
Bitch, I confess that I finesse
I smile at death like Malcolm X
I'm solid, yes, in '99 I told myself
If I could figure out how to bottle it I'd be out of debt
Y'all niggas just novices
Y'all can just move inside
I got that car pedestrian confidence, yes sir
I got that Uber Drive
Y'all wanna know who the best is
Look around at who alive and who done died (Then what?)
Then look at me, Kendrick Lamar and Pusha T
Em and the Slaughters
Y'all don't have to look any further for the rhymers
Y'all are the past, at the present time I'm the future
Cause all my competition tryin' be designers
I'm just tired of being underrated by these lazy bloggers
They just tired of re-rewinding
Y'all tired of me saying I'm the greatest? (Y'all tired yet?)
Fuck y'all, I'm tired of re-reminding
I survived Vietnam and my city laid me a grave
Prem laced me boom-boom-God-damn with Lady of Rage
Since then I've been on my Jaimie and Rae
Nobody seeing me
She douche, I give her dick she never forget, that's D and D
Prem cut
Come on back with me, this black history
Savages lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
I'm barbaric to the fuck tards
I don't compare to the subpar
I'm here to see to it the mourning show
It's your funeral for your mom, plus your pa
I'm on the Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell them nigga's their baby mamas tryin' to roll with us
I send it back, 'til you mentally raped
Trying to cut carbs, doing the butt to DeBarge
Fly nigga mayday, tryna touch Mars
Tryna get a payday like a nut bar
Tryna get my own island, fuck cars
I'm without a bus card, living in demise
The record label pimpin' him, cause the raps he be givin' 'em
He can actually deliver them and make a
Motherfuckin' ribbon in the sky
I guess I'm just a specimen with the literacy, special ability
I'm characteristically raised, for everything still paid for
Embarrassed niggas like Kimbo with the steel cage flow
No time to take it in, yet, I'm still thankful
I don't discriminate, I take it in pesos
Tryna to close my curtain, I was in Capers
Now I'm insured by the street, now my stint paid for
Stickin with the papers
Sticking to any shit that I say, bro
This is the Vince Staples
I clearly only target the bosses
Whenever we arrive at your office
I definitely body your authors
I'm Martin Shkreli, everybody audit the auction
About it and cautious, a product of losses
Living modest, dealing with problems
That the cars in his closet is costing
Niggas hearts turn into jelly the second that they have to part with their celly
Live life behind real bars
They don't know what it feels like to have a real fight
At night in the dark with your celly
Never take advice from the jealous
Watch your man, even if you got to watch him take an L'ie
You still gotta stand by him like you Omelly
The white girl got you bugging out like Liza Minnelli
My car's on fire, the tires Pirelli
I'm Martin and Eddie
Searching for Taral Hicks
Not to give her a baby, but to put a life in her belly
I'm barbaric with the nine and all
Am I in everybody's top 5? Not at all
You could find a nigga name in the ladies room
On a lot of walls, topic of vagina monologues
I write a lot of bars, that's why I'm poppin' like an adderall
I'm duplicated, more than Audemars
If you could take the beef home with you
You could make a goat out of ours
If you can take the bars and the rhymes home you can make a soap out of ours
These are breaks you had to be casted
Fatality to flattery flaccid
You bleed blood, I leak battery acid
There's no wrath that you can accurately battle me after
I'm that great
After Adam and Eve ate the apple
I evaporated, came back a cadaver
You can't assassinate me
Name: abracadabra
Guns is named Latimer
Got the little kids doing dirty things in the hood for me
I ain't talking about the same as the Vatican
If it ain't immaculate it ain't adequate
I heard your dog switching genders, ain't that a bitch
Banana clip on an automatic, take that and split
This that lyrical, acrobatic, straight savage shit
Straight savage shit
Straight savage shit
Ant Man what's up
Let's go get these niggas
The whole hip hop game need a rap lift
Surgery to the trolls and the catfish
Say my name five times, I'm showing up to your home
To your computer room and your blow up little mattress
In the big black whip
Let your bitch lick my dick sack five times and take her to Saks Fifth
Everything I say is like an 8th in a transit
And just waiting to wrap you in plastic for a rapper to come and take it and spastically pass away
She fucking with you
She definitely could fake an orgasm
She fucking with me
She definitely could take a giraffe dick
And I'm just hustling like I'm at a cabaret
Straight savage
Anywhere I'm goin' land is the exit
If it ain't lavish
I'm my own man like Stedman
I took my life into my own hands same way I take matters
Listening to Coltrane on average
With a no name bad bitch
Took her to my home, laid it down on the table
In powder same way cocaine gathers
Oops, I mean pounded her
You can either get down with us
Or let the ground come up and get you like Hank Gathers
Niggas think they've seen the things that I've seen
Just cause we on Instagram in the same glasses
Just cause we in the YSL same jacket
Doesn't mean that we're cut from the same fabric
What the fuck, is you high as hell?
You know nothing about the iron in the tire well
All you know about is the obvious shit
Like Kanye riffing or what? He'll probably yell
And I bet you probably one of the old creeps helping Kylie Jenner little body sell
Mermaids, water, good diver skills
Sandwiches in the Desert with a side of mayo
Transcriptions in the present got a lot of mail
Still getting money off the books like Galileo
I'm in the Panamera listening to Pantera
The bitch with me, sipping on caberna and [?]
I keep a narcotic in the car by the teaspoon
I give her a G-Unit, I hear she a fan of Yayo
I got to roll with a gat in the back
I get pulled over and they ask who I am
Oh, because the accent is black?
I tell them I'mma poet cause it's a dead giveaway
That I'm much more than just a Cat in the Hat
I be laughing at your guys while laughing at you
If you ask who I am nigga, I'm laughing at that
I'm a bullseye for time to laugh and attack
Kiss my ass and after that I put your ass in the crack
Speaking of crack rock, my pocket line with that
You could step on my pocket and break your momma back
Every weapon of pound I got is Floyd Mayweather
Doing a movie definitely ready to counter act
Got your bitch jumping 'round on the boat
Looking like when flounder flap
And it ain't because she found a map
We savages
If your bitch with us and you call her and she tell you that she tied up
She might be literally bound and gagged
I'm sick, I'm sick and permanent
Like the doctor opened me up and found a mask
Close me up, left inside of me an ounce of hash
I exercise for dumbbells hanging onto the gun rail
While I'm pressing up piles of cash
I don't compare to the subpar
I'm here to see to it the mourning show
It's your funeral for your mom, plus your pa
I'm on the Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell them nigga's their baby mamas tryin' to roll with us
I send it back, 'til you mentally raped
Trying to cut carbs, doing the butt to DeBarge
Fly nigga mayday, tryna touch Mars
Tryna get a payday like a nut bar
Tryna get my own island, fuck cars
I'm without a bus card, living in demise
The record label pimpin' him, cause the raps he be givin' 'em
He can actually deliver them and make a
Motherfuckin' ribbon in the sky
I guess I'm just a specimen with the literacy, special ability
I'm characteristically raised, for everything still paid for
Embarrassed niggas like Kimbo with the steel cage flow
No time to take it in, yet, I'm still thankful
I don't discriminate, I take it in pesos
Tryna to close my curtain, I was in Capers
Now I'm insured by the street, now my stint paid for
Stickin with the papers
Sticking to any shit that I say, bro
This is the Vince Staples
I clearly only target the bosses
Whenever we arrive at your office
I definitely body your authors
I'm Martin Shkreli, everybody audit the auction
About it and cautious, a product of losses
Living modest, dealing with problems
That the cars in his closet is costing
Niggas hearts turn into jelly the second that they have to part with their celly
Live life behind real bars
They don't know what it feels like to have a real fight
At night in the dark with your celly
Never take advice from the jealous
Watch your man, even if you got to watch him take an L'ie
You still gotta stand by him like you Omelly
The white girl got you bugging out like Liza Minnelli
My car's on fire, the tires Pirelli
I'm Martin and Eddie
Searching for Taral Hicks
Not to give her a baby, but to put a life in her belly
I'm barbaric with the nine and all
Am I in everybody's top 5? Not at all
You could find a nigga name in the ladies room
On a lot of walls, topic of vagina monologues
I write a lot of bars, that's why I'm poppin' like an adderall
I'm duplicated, more than Audemars
If you could take the beef home with you
You could make a goat out of ours
If you can take the bars and the rhymes home you can make a soap out of ours
These are breaks you had to be casted
Fatality to flattery flaccid
You bleed blood, I leak battery acid
There's no wrath that you can accurately battle me after
I'm that great
After Adam and Eve ate the apple
I evaporated, came back a cadaver
You can't assassinate me
Name: abracadabra
Guns is named Latimer
Got the little kids doing dirty things in the hood for me
I ain't talking about the same as the Vatican
If it ain't immaculate it ain't adequate
I heard your dog switching genders, ain't that a bitch
Banana clip on an automatic, take that and split
This that lyrical, acrobatic, straight savage shit
Straight savage shit
Straight savage shit
Ant Man what's up
Let's go get these niggas
The whole hip hop game need a rap lift
Surgery to the trolls and the catfish
Say my name five times, I'm showing up to your home
To your computer room and your blow up little mattress
In the big black whip
Let your bitch lick my dick sack five times and take her to Saks Fifth
Everything I say is like an 8th in a transit
And just waiting to wrap you in plastic for a rapper to come and take it and spastically pass away
She fucking with you
She definitely could fake an orgasm
She fucking with me
She definitely could take a giraffe dick
And I'm just hustling like I'm at a cabaret
Straight savage
Anywhere I'm goin' land is the exit
If it ain't lavish
I'm my own man like Stedman
I took my life into my own hands same way I take matters
Listening to Coltrane on average
With a no name bad bitch
Took her to my home, laid it down on the table
In powder same way cocaine gathers
Oops, I mean pounded her
You can either get down with us
Or let the ground come up and get you like Hank Gathers
Niggas think they've seen the things that I've seen
Just cause we on Instagram in the same glasses
Just cause we in the YSL same jacket
Doesn't mean that we're cut from the same fabric
What the fuck, is you high as hell?
You know nothing about the iron in the tire well
All you know about is the obvious shit
Like Kanye riffing or what? He'll probably yell
And I bet you probably one of the old creeps helping Kylie Jenner little body sell
Mermaids, water, good diver skills
Sandwiches in the Desert with a side of mayo
Transcriptions in the present got a lot of mail
Still getting money off the books like Galileo
I'm in the Panamera listening to Pantera
The bitch with me, sipping on caberna and [?]
I keep a narcotic in the car by the teaspoon
I give her a G-Unit, I hear she a fan of Yayo
I got to roll with a gat in the back
I get pulled over and they ask who I am
Oh, because the accent is black?
I tell them I'mma poet cause it's a dead giveaway
That I'm much more than just a Cat in the Hat
I be laughing at your guys while laughing at you
If you ask who I am nigga, I'm laughing at that
I'm a bullseye for time to laugh and attack
Kiss my ass and after that I put your ass in the crack
Speaking of crack rock, my pocket line with that
You could step on my pocket and break your momma back
Every weapon of pound I got is Floyd Mayweather
Doing a movie definitely ready to counter act
Got your bitch jumping 'round on the boat
Looking like when flounder flap
And it ain't because she found a map
We savages
If your bitch with us and you call her and she tell you that she tied up
She might be literally bound and gagged
I'm sick, I'm sick and permanent
Like the doctor opened me up and found a mask
Close me up, left inside of me an ounce of hash
I exercise for dumbbells hanging onto the gun rail
While I'm pressing up piles of cash
Dead President Heads lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
Trust the fucking shooter
Uh
We in here counting dead president heads
Up in the years, it's been up in the mills of dead president heads and counting
They put pictures of dead president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead president heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' make it?
You know what
I went from women asking "what's the scent of your fragrance?" to center of attention
To dinners in Vegas, then all the way to Japan racking up yen
Now I'm all the way back
And I'm acting like Dennis in Vegas, stacking up wins
I'm a young black boy, armed, dangerous
To those who want to come and try harm or change him
While they're living in anguish, while I'm living in real nigga harmony
Energy around me blend together like falsettos, tenors, and bass
All intelligence is on God level
All memories formed in melodies from the 70s
And all hail to all dinners and plates
And all hail to the cartels, and we out on a yacht
And you know how we know that we are and you not?
Because y'all are looking at our sales
I'm a motherfucking one-man army
I'm more R than our, I put the 'R' in ourselves
Uh, I'm the one they can't generalize
Every time I come through straight, their wave minimize
Why? It's probably 'cause I gun through they gay enterprise
Niggas get crowned quick these days
Street this, best this, king that, we ain't seen that
All we see around your clique is squad cars
Niggas need to get crown vicked these days
Stop kicking it, you couldn't fit in my old socks
Let alone my shoes
I'm not a street nigga, I'm just a chip off the old block
I ain't rocked with an entourage since '07
Niggas dissed Marshall after they copy his whole reference
Like we won't send an actual firing squad to their studio
That will Basquiat their whole session
A lot of niggas dope, but none concern me though
I got that Pac, Big L, Pun eternity flow
I got that blowing that weed, taking that last drag in
And tossed in the infirmary glow
I'll hit your broad in the gall bladder with this bald dagger
Have her hollering "not the knife" 'til she having an orgasm
And all of her juices is haul-assing down the thighs
God dropped me off in the drop with the crossroads with crossed toes and dotted eyes
I'm not alive, I wasn't born, I got a ride
Uh, get your popcorn, idolize 'cause I've arrived
This is Cam Newton throwing bullets with the band shooting
This is beat submission from Bas Rutten
This the [?] it's proven
Nigga, pay your dues, you're past due here
This cash rules, you're looking at the wrong paper, this bad news
Relax junior, you still think you're in high school
But you not, but you will be looking at your last new year
Ha, boo-ya, bombs over Baghdad
Compliments since 7 Mile, Fenkell Ave, Cash and Poo Bear
With directions to just go blasting through there
I ain't stressing 'bout none of you poindexter responses
I ain't tongue wrestling with no artist unless it's Ashanti
Nigga this, God, Gandhi, Kevlar labcoat
Mixed together with leather bathrobes like Plies and Fonzi
Cool science, I'm around lions and giants
You there, Ryan's here
No one can hear you crying where I'm at, the highest tier
One diss track could tear your whole act up like the Flatbush Zombies
Gripping the Mac truck with Travis Scott, hitting your Macbook
I'm not a pioneer, I'm the last of a dying prayer
Living in forever, ever, ever, ever, ever in laughter
And ever since that heffer put me on MediaTakeOut
I ain't fucked a basic bitch since
I got sophisticated bitches coming to my place asking "is it safe to sit?"
I said, "only if you have to take a shit"
Country chick named Delores, I let her sit on this Mason dick
Rappers blew up and get to shouting out designers
I like to thank my notebook, it got me out of the binders
Blacks never had each other's backs
Rappers saying "All Lives Matter"? Okay, now we're actually spineless
I'm into psychology nowadays, she say she bad
I'll probably brainwash her like Hollywood did Stacey Dash
A lot of guys out slanging for a belt buckle like Pootie Tang
Wada-Tah!
5'9" the illest MC of all time right now and all the time
Kneel right in front of me like feel sobriety, young'n, or fall in line
Uh, right now, I'm piranha dipping in waters of Flint with the Slaughters and Em
Come on in, dummy, the water's fine
Sniff around, I smell just like money, I ain't hard to find
I'm doing big things
This bitch asked me do I got at least 50 shades
Just the other day
I said, "come here, let me kick game
I got more than 50 shades and just grey is the colorway"
I gave my momma a pic of myself in a big frame
And a card that says "bitch, I'm Rick James" for Mother's Day
Uh, I just thank the Lord and pray for more
I just lifted the skirt of the devil
I don't really care how you're dress her
Nigga, I'm just out here to take your drawers
Make the winner fall on the track
Let nature take it's course
I'm a product of the old Death Row camp
I ain't a fan of his, he might want to be standin' clear
I come with the cannon, not the cameras
I ain't Shannon Briggs, but let's go champ
Let's slow dance
Kill you with the first and give you seven more, necromance
Best flow versus yo petrol rants, you gassin'
This that new black Bent, blue Aston
This that who dat against who askin, who ya again
'99 the Outsidaz told me I wouldn't last
I'm too arrogant
But here I am, two boys two girls two era's in
And they over there on pills and heroin
Forks in they careers so that's real embarrassin'
If I could just get you clean through my charities
I might just let you breathe through me vicariously
But then again, I might not cuz I don't write sparingly
I'm torn between get along, fight, and why can't we
Fuck the Stitches approach
If I have to show up, I'm slashin' your throat
Your arms are too O.G. Maco to box with O.G. Wacko the G.O.A.T
I'm not a factor, I'm the whole problem
Down to subtract for a fraction of folks
Your favorite artist a diva
I put leaves around the heads of non-believers like drawings of Ceasar
Wake me when the sleepers are done ignoring me, bruh
I'll be flying with a full tank of gas on ether
If you from the block, watch y'all sons
Watch y'all daughters, cuz I saw murder
Slaughter much as I saw hot sauce and hot dog water
I came a long way from wishin' under the stars
But I ain't come all of this way just to say I've come this far
Coppin' paintbrushes with black cards
There's no limit when it comes to this art
No need for twitter followers, I dodged prison
I'm the non-equivocal black and at large
Listenin' to a Timbaland track in a villa in Calabasas
I'm that same little Cringer and Battle Cat kid
Addict specialty pen and pad scenematics spazzin'
Fuckin' wit' a bitch about as bad as my spendin' habits
I got nowhere askin' can I have it
All the valuables I have in this world, I had to take it
Had to open King Tut's tomb up in my imagination
Had to separate fear from respect then admiration
Get rid of your fears
Time to remove doubts and
Think about it, there's two sculptors named Gutzon and Lincoln
Who carved dead president heads
Who got paid dead president heads by the president
To move a mountain
Contemporary art deco
We keep the shit rockin' like the dails of Art Basel
Stompin' through this hip-hop shit like it's our step show
We survive
We should have bar mitzvahs for these bars
We the gods
We should shoot bar missiles with these bars
Beat the odds, look at the car see the rides
Don't be surprised, just realize
We ain't runnin' for president
So, we ain't worth shit
Unless we alive
Uh
We in here counting dead president heads
Up in the years, it's been up in the mills of dead president heads and counting
They put pictures of dead president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead president heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' make it?
You know what
I went from women asking "what's the scent of your fragrance?" to center of attention
To dinners in Vegas, then all the way to Japan racking up yen
Now I'm all the way back
And I'm acting like Dennis in Vegas, stacking up wins
I'm a young black boy, armed, dangerous
To those who want to come and try harm or change him
While they're living in anguish, while I'm living in real nigga harmony
Energy around me blend together like falsettos, tenors, and bass
All intelligence is on God level
All memories formed in melodies from the 70s
And all hail to all dinners and plates
And all hail to the cartels, and we out on a yacht
And you know how we know that we are and you not?
Because y'all are looking at our sales
I'm a motherfucking one-man army
I'm more R than our, I put the 'R' in ourselves
Uh, I'm the one they can't generalize
Every time I come through straight, their wave minimize
Why? It's probably 'cause I gun through they gay enterprise
Niggas get crowned quick these days
Street this, best this, king that, we ain't seen that
All we see around your clique is squad cars
Niggas need to get crown vicked these days
Stop kicking it, you couldn't fit in my old socks
Let alone my shoes
I'm not a street nigga, I'm just a chip off the old block
I ain't rocked with an entourage since '07
Niggas dissed Marshall after they copy his whole reference
Like we won't send an actual firing squad to their studio
That will Basquiat their whole session
A lot of niggas dope, but none concern me though
I got that Pac, Big L, Pun eternity flow
I got that blowing that weed, taking that last drag in
And tossed in the infirmary glow
I'll hit your broad in the gall bladder with this bald dagger
Have her hollering "not the knife" 'til she having an orgasm
And all of her juices is haul-assing down the thighs
God dropped me off in the drop with the crossroads with crossed toes and dotted eyes
I'm not alive, I wasn't born, I got a ride
Uh, get your popcorn, idolize 'cause I've arrived
This is Cam Newton throwing bullets with the band shooting
This is beat submission from Bas Rutten
This the [?] it's proven
Nigga, pay your dues, you're past due here
This cash rules, you're looking at the wrong paper, this bad news
Relax junior, you still think you're in high school
But you not, but you will be looking at your last new year
Ha, boo-ya, bombs over Baghdad
Compliments since 7 Mile, Fenkell Ave, Cash and Poo Bear
With directions to just go blasting through there
I ain't stressing 'bout none of you poindexter responses
I ain't tongue wrestling with no artist unless it's Ashanti
Nigga this, God, Gandhi, Kevlar labcoat
Mixed together with leather bathrobes like Plies and Fonzi
Cool science, I'm around lions and giants
You there, Ryan's here
No one can hear you crying where I'm at, the highest tier
One diss track could tear your whole act up like the Flatbush Zombies
Gripping the Mac truck with Travis Scott, hitting your Macbook
I'm not a pioneer, I'm the last of a dying prayer
Living in forever, ever, ever, ever, ever in laughter
And ever since that heffer put me on MediaTakeOut
I ain't fucked a basic bitch since
I got sophisticated bitches coming to my place asking "is it safe to sit?"
I said, "only if you have to take a shit"
Country chick named Delores, I let her sit on this Mason dick
Rappers blew up and get to shouting out designers
I like to thank my notebook, it got me out of the binders
Blacks never had each other's backs
Rappers saying "All Lives Matter"? Okay, now we're actually spineless
I'm into psychology nowadays, she say she bad
I'll probably brainwash her like Hollywood did Stacey Dash
A lot of guys out slanging for a belt buckle like Pootie Tang
Wada-Tah!
5'9" the illest MC of all time right now and all the time
Kneel right in front of me like feel sobriety, young'n, or fall in line
Uh, right now, I'm piranha dipping in waters of Flint with the Slaughters and Em
Come on in, dummy, the water's fine
Sniff around, I smell just like money, I ain't hard to find
I'm doing big things
This bitch asked me do I got at least 50 shades
Just the other day
I said, "come here, let me kick game
I got more than 50 shades and just grey is the colorway"
I gave my momma a pic of myself in a big frame
And a card that says "bitch, I'm Rick James" for Mother's Day
Uh, I just thank the Lord and pray for more
I just lifted the skirt of the devil
I don't really care how you're dress her
Nigga, I'm just out here to take your drawers
Make the winner fall on the track
Let nature take it's course
I'm a product of the old Death Row camp
I ain't a fan of his, he might want to be standin' clear
I come with the cannon, not the cameras
I ain't Shannon Briggs, but let's go champ
Let's slow dance
Kill you with the first and give you seven more, necromance
Best flow versus yo petrol rants, you gassin'
This that new black Bent, blue Aston
This that who dat against who askin, who ya again
'99 the Outsidaz told me I wouldn't last
I'm too arrogant
But here I am, two boys two girls two era's in
And they over there on pills and heroin
Forks in they careers so that's real embarrassin'
If I could just get you clean through my charities
I might just let you breathe through me vicariously
But then again, I might not cuz I don't write sparingly
I'm torn between get along, fight, and why can't we
Fuck the Stitches approach
If I have to show up, I'm slashin' your throat
Your arms are too O.G. Maco to box with O.G. Wacko the G.O.A.T
I'm not a factor, I'm the whole problem
Down to subtract for a fraction of folks
Your favorite artist a diva
I put leaves around the heads of non-believers like drawings of Ceasar
Wake me when the sleepers are done ignoring me, bruh
I'll be flying with a full tank of gas on ether
If you from the block, watch y'all sons
Watch y'all daughters, cuz I saw murder
Slaughter much as I saw hot sauce and hot dog water
I came a long way from wishin' under the stars
But I ain't come all of this way just to say I've come this far
Coppin' paintbrushes with black cards
There's no limit when it comes to this art
No need for twitter followers, I dodged prison
I'm the non-equivocal black and at large
Listenin' to a Timbaland track in a villa in Calabasas
I'm that same little Cringer and Battle Cat kid
Addict specialty pen and pad scenematics spazzin'
Fuckin' wit' a bitch about as bad as my spendin' habits
I got nowhere askin' can I have it
All the valuables I have in this world, I had to take it
Had to open King Tut's tomb up in my imagination
Had to separate fear from respect then admiration
Get rid of your fears
Time to remove doubts and
Think about it, there's two sculptors named Gutzon and Lincoln
Who carved dead president heads
Who got paid dead president heads by the president
To move a mountain
Contemporary art deco
We keep the shit rockin' like the dails of Art Basel
Stompin' through this hip-hop shit like it's our step show
We survive
We should have bar mitzvahs for these bars
We the gods
We should shoot bar missiles with these bars
Beat the odds, look at the car see the rides
Don't be surprised, just realize
We ain't runnin' for president
So, we ain't worth shit
Unless we alive
Mind Right (Interlude) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
Hello, can I keep it up
(Don't trust the fucking shooter)
Hello
(Don't trust the fucking shooter)
Can I keep it up
[Kid Vishis:]
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
My name is Kid Vishis and I provide for the smokers
For the soliders that only smoke that'll choke ya
Get that Indica in to ya it's gonna feel euphoric
Couple puffs of this, you'll feel you orbit
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
I'm from an era where you hear killing burials happen
You from an era where the only killing you seen
Was a little nigga named Terrio
Dancin', goofy shit, from your stereo blastin'
Wifing up groupies
Claiming a gang when you ain't bangin' a thing
Giving a thot a STD
It's the only time you clapping a ratchet
I roll a blunt and get the masses to match it
Imagine that
Used the world as an ashtray
And ashin' that after I rap
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
My son say "I got a girlfriend"
"Good job son!"
My daughter say "I got a boyfriend"
I load the shotgun
I'm not one for you young, dumb and full of cum niggas
I come with a drum, spittin' for my little girls innocence
With ignorance, that's how I'm living
I'm feeling it cool, and so is you
If you were abide by the rules
My children are unborn
This is a message to the future
Tell them to come for them before I shoot you
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
(Don't trust the fucking shooter)
Hello
(Don't trust the fucking shooter)
Can I keep it up
[Kid Vishis:]
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
My name is Kid Vishis and I provide for the smokers
For the soliders that only smoke that'll choke ya
Get that Indica in to ya it's gonna feel euphoric
Couple puffs of this, you'll feel you orbit
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
I'm from an era where you hear killing burials happen
You from an era where the only killing you seen
Was a little nigga named Terrio
Dancin', goofy shit, from your stereo blastin'
Wifing up groupies
Claiming a gang when you ain't bangin' a thing
Giving a thot a STD
It's the only time you clapping a ratchet
I roll a blunt and get the masses to match it
Imagine that
Used the world as an ashtray
And ashin' that after I rap
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
My son say "I got a girlfriend"
"Good job son!"
My daughter say "I got a boyfriend"
I load the shotgun
I'm not one for you young, dumb and full of cum niggas
I come with a drum, spittin' for my little girls innocence
With ignorance, that's how I'm living
I'm feeling it cool, and so is you
If you were abide by the rules
My children are unborn
This is a message to the future
Tell them to come for them before I shoot you
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Smoke some fucking dope and try to get your mind right
Which Is Cool lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
I guess I'm not typical which is cool
I guess I'm not hip as you which is cool
I guess I'm not into the shit you're into which is cool
Nigga you's a bitch and your bitch a dude which is cool
I look around and all I see is fools
Some of y'all got street cred, some of y'all got pre-approved
Some of y'all got red carpet rolled out for y'all quick as you
Drop, went right from a Honda to a box 62
They dance and they ballin' and they zonin' like they Victor Cruz
Labels only care about hits and views which is cool
Not only am I the alchemist, I'm the evidence
The wicked witch is cool, the cause of her demise
Reminds me of this jet I'm in, a flyin' residence
If you don't write your own rhymes get offended this is to you and you
Listen fool no more bars for you
You can't raise the bar, you ain't in the buildin'
Matter of fact you can't even lift a stool, fool
That liquor disappear from my system like skippin' school
Me and these niggas live by the same don'ts but different do's
To get they name out they willin' to get the lube
That Balmain fit me like my religion true
Call my assistant tell him I'm slippin', I'm spittin' jewels
Somebody come out and get them like them Memphis dudes
We independent, while y'all flash bitches
We in the trenches, ball sack lickin' addiction, y'all need interventions
The gas pedal mashin' the carpet in them SL Benzes
The dash retarded like the special olympics
The needle leanin' past the finish line like Lance Armstrong
I'm exotic smellin' like your baby momma vagina, bon fire island
A Creed Avensis
I'm not a killer I'm just stricken with a sickness called homicidalitis
Flat screens surround me and my dubs seat up in my whip
So she can read her twitter mentions in three dimensions
It's no such thing as flossin' if you ain't never seen the dentist
But some of y'all need to take them gold slugs out of your face
Load 'em in the pistol and shoot 'em the fuck into outer space
Maybe I ain't rich as you which is cool
Maybe I ain't weird as you which is cool
Maybe it ain't a style to be lyrical
I don't give a motherfuck, I just get your mother touched
I pick my own date, pay my way, call that double dutch
I grip the ass, I dump the tip, call that shit the double clutch
Wax on, wax off, clean that ugly stubble up
Bonsai, truth is gonna un-lie at sunrise
Your makeup's running, Uber's gonna catch you when it comes by
You boys are entertainment, I understand you like the bitch
But you are pretty famous, sweater like the one Cosby
Wore at his arraignment, uh, I stay patient
Pray gracious, made milli's, while billi' racin'
Now they wanna trade places, as my ceiling raises
My prime lays dormant, they computerized, not I
See, I'm straight torrent, I clock in, write it with my pen, out my acorn
And then I clock out, and leave a black cloud on all eight corners
Started with us to hear the pop loud - Robin Harris' House Party
I bet y'all acquit it, like a child killing cop trial
All you see on the ground is an empty rock vials
Like Tommy Lee and Pam Anderson, I'm in the Trump Tower
With this here piece manners here, Magnum condom fit, like Juelz Santana
Bandana gear, I used to need antifreeze
She about to need antifrizz, antifrizz
I'm Pac and I'm Nas when I famed danced to anti big
I'm not a star, ho, I'm on Uranus on a pantie binge
Far as are as y'all aside, from flaming all of y'all
I feel like I fathered all of your bars, like I came up in your granny's crib
The most interesting man, on the god damn planet
Beef is having a nigga's bitch, fix me some god damn salmon
Beef is trying a nigga's clothes on, when he ain't home
Beef is your wife, when kids at school, texting me "They're gone"
I just took a dip in your swimming pool, which is cool
I think, you need to find some more comfortable slipper shoes, which is cool
I guess I'm not hip as you which is cool
I guess I'm not into the shit you're into which is cool
Nigga you's a bitch and your bitch a dude which is cool
I look around and all I see is fools
Some of y'all got street cred, some of y'all got pre-approved
Some of y'all got red carpet rolled out for y'all quick as you
Drop, went right from a Honda to a box 62
They dance and they ballin' and they zonin' like they Victor Cruz
Labels only care about hits and views which is cool
Not only am I the alchemist, I'm the evidence
The wicked witch is cool, the cause of her demise
Reminds me of this jet I'm in, a flyin' residence
If you don't write your own rhymes get offended this is to you and you
Listen fool no more bars for you
You can't raise the bar, you ain't in the buildin'
Matter of fact you can't even lift a stool, fool
That liquor disappear from my system like skippin' school
Me and these niggas live by the same don'ts but different do's
To get they name out they willin' to get the lube
That Balmain fit me like my religion true
Call my assistant tell him I'm slippin', I'm spittin' jewels
Somebody come out and get them like them Memphis dudes
We independent, while y'all flash bitches
We in the trenches, ball sack lickin' addiction, y'all need interventions
The gas pedal mashin' the carpet in them SL Benzes
The dash retarded like the special olympics
The needle leanin' past the finish line like Lance Armstrong
I'm exotic smellin' like your baby momma vagina, bon fire island
A Creed Avensis
I'm not a killer I'm just stricken with a sickness called homicidalitis
Flat screens surround me and my dubs seat up in my whip
So she can read her twitter mentions in three dimensions
It's no such thing as flossin' if you ain't never seen the dentist
But some of y'all need to take them gold slugs out of your face
Load 'em in the pistol and shoot 'em the fuck into outer space
Maybe I ain't rich as you which is cool
Maybe I ain't weird as you which is cool
Maybe it ain't a style to be lyrical
I don't give a motherfuck, I just get your mother touched
I pick my own date, pay my way, call that double dutch
I grip the ass, I dump the tip, call that shit the double clutch
Wax on, wax off, clean that ugly stubble up
Bonsai, truth is gonna un-lie at sunrise
Your makeup's running, Uber's gonna catch you when it comes by
You boys are entertainment, I understand you like the bitch
But you are pretty famous, sweater like the one Cosby
Wore at his arraignment, uh, I stay patient
Pray gracious, made milli's, while billi' racin'
Now they wanna trade places, as my ceiling raises
My prime lays dormant, they computerized, not I
See, I'm straight torrent, I clock in, write it with my pen, out my acorn
And then I clock out, and leave a black cloud on all eight corners
Started with us to hear the pop loud - Robin Harris' House Party
I bet y'all acquit it, like a child killing cop trial
All you see on the ground is an empty rock vials
Like Tommy Lee and Pam Anderson, I'm in the Trump Tower
With this here piece manners here, Magnum condom fit, like Juelz Santana
Bandana gear, I used to need antifreeze
She about to need antifrizz, antifrizz
I'm Pac and I'm Nas when I famed danced to anti big
I'm not a star, ho, I'm on Uranus on a pantie binge
Far as are as y'all aside, from flaming all of y'all
I feel like I fathered all of your bars, like I came up in your granny's crib
The most interesting man, on the god damn planet
Beef is having a nigga's bitch, fix me some god damn salmon
Beef is trying a nigga's clothes on, when he ain't home
Beef is your wife, when kids at school, texting me "They're gone"
I just took a dip in your swimming pool, which is cool
I think, you need to find some more comfortable slipper shoes, which is cool
The Banjo lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Conway, Westside Gunn & Styles P)
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Die, bitch, die, hoe
New God flow, no I go
Diablo, why, hoe?
Why, bitch, do time tick?
Think about it, you die slow
If not you die quick
I’m sicker than Theraflu
Wickeder than a kick over headstone
Sippin' on redrum
After I'm finished just swimmin' inside of the dead pool
After I'm finished just inflictin' on the guy a despicable head wound
Nothin' is important, but to import tons
On my fourth run while I'm eatin' lunch with my forked tongue
I swing this motherfuckin' barrel loose
I don't fuck with knives, nigga, I'm Sardo Numsie
Y'all niggas call the police on my people regardless
Rock a bye with my piece then call it Keisha in Harlem
I'm the highest of all beings, my eye is the all-seeing
Dribblin' fireballs with lion paws for my audience
What if the Devil played the banjo?
What if he invited you out on the dance floor?
There's one of six million different ways this can go
[Westside Gunn & Conway:]
Ayo, your fishscale Fisher-Price
First shot killed a nigga, but I hit him twice
My trigger finger itchin' like it was lice
Sent the white in a pot with the ice, whipped it nice
Hurricane whipped the whole slag
Fiend hit the glass, hit his ass, you know the math
I toe tag me a nigga, you know I spaz
I throw a bag to my young nigga, he'll get it over fast
G-wag, 24 karat
Silencer on the Mac 12, you ain't even hear it
Lightning strikin' on the Neil Barrett
Fuck nigga don't get embarrassed
Fuck your two Sarah's out in Paris
Bitch nigga, your life, you better cherish
Ten shooters show up to your show just to air it
Griselda, the dinner place swingin'
Body in the Bentley truck, shit reakin'
[Royce Da 5'9":]
What if the Devil played the banjo?
What if he invited you out on the dance floor?
There's one of six million different ways this can go
(So go fast)
[Styles P:]
Eyes are the windows to the soul, what your secret is?
Once had to battle the reaper, and I ethered him
No tellin' what I'll sing on the mic, he got reefer in 'em
Ghost guts, I can see a ghost, and speak to 'em
Buildin' with the dead like every other night
And I never write a rhyme, I recite my other life
You thinkin' this a verse, but it's more of a testimonial
So flow, up in the zone, only the lonely know
Thinkin' I'm geekin', but I'm reachin' my dead homies, though
Told 5'9 if I have a nine to five
I'll line rappers with the nine and rob em five times
Every day, seven days a week, call it crime time or
Thirty-five licks, nigga, that's a prime rhyme
Fightin' Bruce Lee's demon, but I'm agin' like fine wine
You don't understand me
Cause you don't stand under the code that mean family
Ghost is uncanny
[Royce Da 5'9":]
What if the Devil played the banjo?
What if he invited you out on the dance floor?
There's one of six million different ways this can go
Die, bitch, die, hoe
New God flow, no I go
Diablo, why, hoe?
Why, bitch, do time tick?
Think about it, you die slow
If not you die quick
I’m sicker than Theraflu
Wickeder than a kick over headstone
Sippin' on redrum
After I'm finished just swimmin' inside of the dead pool
After I'm finished just inflictin' on the guy a despicable head wound
Nothin' is important, but to import tons
On my fourth run while I'm eatin' lunch with my forked tongue
I swing this motherfuckin' barrel loose
I don't fuck with knives, nigga, I'm Sardo Numsie
Y'all niggas call the police on my people regardless
Rock a bye with my piece then call it Keisha in Harlem
I'm the highest of all beings, my eye is the all-seeing
Dribblin' fireballs with lion paws for my audience
What if the Devil played the banjo?
What if he invited you out on the dance floor?
There's one of six million different ways this can go
[Westside Gunn & Conway:]
Ayo, your fishscale Fisher-Price
First shot killed a nigga, but I hit him twice
My trigger finger itchin' like it was lice
Sent the white in a pot with the ice, whipped it nice
Hurricane whipped the whole slag
Fiend hit the glass, hit his ass, you know the math
I toe tag me a nigga, you know I spaz
I throw a bag to my young nigga, he'll get it over fast
G-wag, 24 karat
Silencer on the Mac 12, you ain't even hear it
Lightning strikin' on the Neil Barrett
Fuck nigga don't get embarrassed
Fuck your two Sarah's out in Paris
Bitch nigga, your life, you better cherish
Ten shooters show up to your show just to air it
Griselda, the dinner place swingin'
Body in the Bentley truck, shit reakin'
[Royce Da 5'9":]
What if the Devil played the banjo?
What if he invited you out on the dance floor?
There's one of six million different ways this can go
(So go fast)
[Styles P:]
Eyes are the windows to the soul, what your secret is?
Once had to battle the reaper, and I ethered him
No tellin' what I'll sing on the mic, he got reefer in 'em
Ghost guts, I can see a ghost, and speak to 'em
Buildin' with the dead like every other night
And I never write a rhyme, I recite my other life
You thinkin' this a verse, but it's more of a testimonial
So flow, up in the zone, only the lonely know
Thinkin' I'm geekin', but I'm reachin' my dead homies, though
Told 5'9 if I have a nine to five
I'll line rappers with the nine and rob em five times
Every day, seven days a week, call it crime time or
Thirty-five licks, nigga, that's a prime rhyme
Fightin' Bruce Lee's demon, but I'm agin' like fine wine
You don't understand me
Cause you don't stand under the code that mean family
Ghost is uncanny
[Royce Da 5'9":]
What if the Devil played the banjo?
What if he invited you out on the dance floor?
There's one of six million different ways this can go
Wait lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
Shoot...
Trust the fuckin' shooter
Being feared goes farther than any part of me having respect does
So I play to the tune of my own eardrum
While I'm out on my quest, love
I don't speak on behalf of myself, but my impeccable rep does
Christmas morning I remember waking up wishin' I could just go to sleep
Cause we only got like two toys a piece
I ask my pops did he do more for me?
He said "yes, I got you clothes and heat
And let you keep a whole two rows of teeth"
Ha, I'm royalty
I took whoopin's, I took losses, but no defeats
Been dropped, and been shelved with no release
Been in jail, no commissary or relief
But God looks over me like a cross and rosary
Rifle in hand, I let niggas have it, I won't hesitate
Writes on the cans in the cabinet "section eight"
My son got on them three-fifty boots Kanye West is dressed in bape
Askin' me questions 'bout gettin' to second base
Uhh, wifey textin' SMH, house phone ringin' off the hook
Conference calls from record labels, guess I'm late
But, my other son's autistic, he wants my attention
This might just be my defining moment, let them wait
It's my time now, nigga; let them wait
Pick up the phone, tell 'em hold; let them wait
Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile
After I fell out with them, well fuck them niggas; let them wait
Wait, I'm here for that green, for that mula
You scheme, I see right through ya
I'm regal like a Akeem, father King of Zamunda
One thing's for sure I think they do know
That me, and Porter, and Jake Uno
We don't play no games, no, we play sumo
We attempt to flatten into action
With all these average, flacid defenseless rappers
I have no problem killing like sent assassins
They temper's bad when my temper's graphic
They hide or they fly while I'm high and flyer
I'm intergalactic, I've been spectacular
Flippin' like I invented spatulas, my lyrics is futuristic
I'm in here with my vintage ratchet with prints and scratches
My mental action-ly incapacitates fast as my passion
And pen surpasses my Aston
And leave a skid road in the street like I'm into smackin'
I fill my engine with acid
With my finger wrapped around a hair-trigger that resembles lashes
I get into bitches quick and then I get distracted
I'm like the stock market, just like that, my interest crashes
Like a cymbal, my symbol should be expensive glasses
She with me, she a afro-centric nympho chick with a ass did
She callin' me back-to-back for a second date
While my ex is callin' for make-up-dick.. let them wait
Money all over the ground like Scotty from New Jack City, I weapon wave
Everybody, step away
They said that we should go our separate ways, in high school
Now they wanna jump the line in my shows.. let them wait
My whole life, they pressured me.. let them wait
You rushin' me you rushin' excellence.. let them wait
Police in my rear-view mirror with they sirens on
But I'm a call my lawyer first 'fore I pull over.. let them wait
It's my time now, nigga, let them wait
Pick up the phone, tell them hold, let them wait
Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile
After I fell out with them, well fuck them niggas; let them wait
Trust the fuckin' shooter
Being feared goes farther than any part of me having respect does
So I play to the tune of my own eardrum
While I'm out on my quest, love
I don't speak on behalf of myself, but my impeccable rep does
Christmas morning I remember waking up wishin' I could just go to sleep
Cause we only got like two toys a piece
I ask my pops did he do more for me?
He said "yes, I got you clothes and heat
And let you keep a whole two rows of teeth"
Ha, I'm royalty
I took whoopin's, I took losses, but no defeats
Been dropped, and been shelved with no release
Been in jail, no commissary or relief
But God looks over me like a cross and rosary
Rifle in hand, I let niggas have it, I won't hesitate
Writes on the cans in the cabinet "section eight"
My son got on them three-fifty boots Kanye West is dressed in bape
Askin' me questions 'bout gettin' to second base
Uhh, wifey textin' SMH, house phone ringin' off the hook
Conference calls from record labels, guess I'm late
But, my other son's autistic, he wants my attention
This might just be my defining moment, let them wait
It's my time now, nigga; let them wait
Pick up the phone, tell 'em hold; let them wait
Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile
After I fell out with them, well fuck them niggas; let them wait
Wait, I'm here for that green, for that mula
You scheme, I see right through ya
I'm regal like a Akeem, father King of Zamunda
One thing's for sure I think they do know
That me, and Porter, and Jake Uno
We don't play no games, no, we play sumo
We attempt to flatten into action
With all these average, flacid defenseless rappers
I have no problem killing like sent assassins
They temper's bad when my temper's graphic
They hide or they fly while I'm high and flyer
I'm intergalactic, I've been spectacular
Flippin' like I invented spatulas, my lyrics is futuristic
I'm in here with my vintage ratchet with prints and scratches
My mental action-ly incapacitates fast as my passion
And pen surpasses my Aston
And leave a skid road in the street like I'm into smackin'
I fill my engine with acid
With my finger wrapped around a hair-trigger that resembles lashes
I get into bitches quick and then I get distracted
I'm like the stock market, just like that, my interest crashes
Like a cymbal, my symbol should be expensive glasses
She with me, she a afro-centric nympho chick with a ass did
She callin' me back-to-back for a second date
While my ex is callin' for make-up-dick.. let them wait
Money all over the ground like Scotty from New Jack City, I weapon wave
Everybody, step away
They said that we should go our separate ways, in high school
Now they wanna jump the line in my shows.. let them wait
My whole life, they pressured me.. let them wait
You rushin' me you rushin' excellence.. let them wait
Police in my rear-view mirror with they sirens on
But I'm a call my lawyer first 'fore I pull over.. let them wait
It's my time now, nigga, let them wait
Pick up the phone, tell them hold, let them wait
Old friends comin' to they senses tryna' reconcile
After I fell out with them, well fuck them niggas; let them wait
Rap On Steroids lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Black Thought, Eminem & Assassin)
Jahlil beats, holla at me!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Philadelphia meet Detroit
Time to shut your mouth (where your money at?)
Now it's time to show these motherfuckers what's the fuss about (time to go!)
What you dealing with lyrically?
A couple lyricists who don't miss
Niggas ask if Black and Nickle get together for an album, what you gon' get?
You gon' get rap on steroids, rap on steroids
Niggas that's silencers on the nozzle
You won't feel the clap, you'll only hear the noise
Ya'll got these hoes pegged so wrong while you hotel checkin'
I gotta pay these hoes just to keep their clothes on like I'm Odell Beckham
I'm flyer than a hat on Elroy
I just took it back to the Jetsons
I with the static like I got a Crooked I
Near an open exit with a bad connection
Cause no matter where you go
You're fucked if this rubber grip roll back in your direction
What you lookin' at? That's for your protection
This that rap on steroids, nigga, that rap on steroids
I just spit more clairvoyant raps
Than it take to make you half paranoid
Clap a gun at any day or night
Stand over his body then pray to Christ
Like "you gave me life so I'm gon' throw you back one, dear lord"
I'mma throw back one like Fab on the 'Gram
Garage look like it's sponsored by Hasbro
Got the whole ave going HAM
Y'all don't know with what y'all are dealing
I'm on every block, my team bigger
Cause I rap anything I wanna got
The only thing I don't got is feelings
Nigga my mind so clear
Feels like every thought is visine drippin'
No I'm not a lean drinker, but over that Fetty Wap I lean niggas
This that....
[Assassin:]
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
[Black Thought:]
Y'all ran into me on the wrong day
Fuck strong Jay, do gon' say
Just bear arms, you in harms way
You hear alarms, you in Bombay
No Baghdad, get the gas mask
Run break, do a mad-dash to that gun safe
You un-safe in the right place to get blast at
And that's anybody
I stay on that anabolic
I'm far from anatomically correct
Ho's call me that anaconda
Roll a sack of that Santa Barbara
Lead poisonin' in the damn water
Flint, Detroit, Ann Arbor
Philadelphia and Harlem
Roid rage y'all damn problem
Cemetery too damn crowded
I'ma go get the jack hammer
Go bury a body, don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
Everybody know everybody
I'm be damned if I didn't hear about it
Thought trifle the assault rifle
Got a twin brother like Irv Gotti, I'm [?]
Probably back on steroids
Kinda like crack on steroids
Lou Ferrigno super negro
Gon' and pack your steroids
Nigga my memoir's Renoirs
Everything I do is fine art
Putting rappers in that pine box
When that Black and Nickel Nine spark it's a problem
All stemming from them steroids probably
Got them coming back to Philly like it's heroin callin'
American horror, this that Smith and Wesson revolver
And if, life's a bitch we gon' Rohypnol her
They call it....
[Assassin:]
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
[Royce Da 5'9", Black Thought, Eminem & Assassin:]
Detroit we rappin' on
Steroids, boy
Philly we reppin' on
Steroids, yeah
All the rappers on steroids
Say we rapping on steroids
Nickle I'm rappin' on
Steroids, boy
Pesado rappin' on
Steroids, yeah
All the rap is on steroids
Said we rapping on steroids
I said I said every rap is on steroids
Nuff a them a chat and them a make bare noise
You don't wanna violate and make the K rise
Them a say the rap is on steroids
Nickle I'm rappin' on
Steroids, boy
Shady, I'm rappin' on
Steroids!
Universe (Interlude) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
(Trust the fucking shooter)
Fuck with me, respect me
I fuck with you, respect you
You come for me, expect me
It's natural
I'm at you
I fuck with you, respect you
You fuck with me, respect me
You come for me, expect me
I'm at you
To me that shit is natural
See that's just, the universe working
It's natural
See that's just, the universe working
I Fuck with you, respect you
You fuck with me, respect me
You come for me, expect me
I'm at you
To me that shit is natural
See that's just, the universe working boy
It's natural
See that's just, the universe working
I seen it all
Done it all
I guarantee y'all there'll be some soul searching involved
If we done lost one of ours
We was taught be a boss
Money, cars, beating off
And something with the engine in the trunk dawg
With three exhausts
Decision making, free it cost
Discount me, then we'll talk
Cause talk is cheap
Momma 'cross the street tryin' see us off
To college
We out here against all the non-belief
My Walkman is playing Malik, Jamal and Bahamadia
Still haven't figured out yet what I want my sound to be
Still rough around the edges
Fighting and waiving around the piece
In response to that 9/11
That night I got that beep
Or that shit got tied to me
I just wanted to rhyme
And everything that flashed in front of my eyes felt like some trick photography
I had to go to open mics to show a different side of me
There's more to me than hoppin' over fences bro
It's gotta be
My calling, I gotta put my all in, the entire me
I'm starving
Momma pressin' five, collect callin'
Nine times in like two days
Now it's time to find new ways
To put that 5 and that 9 to use, eyy
There's significance in numbers as a youngin'
I thought of my first corny punchline from a chick who sucked my dick the longest
I was like "If I stick my dick in her ear I wonder if the bitch can hear me cumming"
Niggas from around the way I grew with is in the kitchen peelin' onions
While they momma's drop the tears that's from it
AKs that gunnin' to this day I still hear the drummin
I'm A1, I figured I'd end up with straight A's in something
Them growing pains were like Novacane
Boy they made us numbin'
I followed my gut like I ate a compass
I put all of my trust in my native stomach
My uncle Ozee got rich before me
Told me to save my money
And showed me dough he gave me none of
And he ain't even my shady or my crazy uncle
That's just on my momma's side
We ain't gon' talk about my fathers side
Ain't nothing over there but a bunch of drug use and homicide
I been through some things that should've left me traumatized
But didn't
See, these were just experiences
I was 10, my father tried to spank me with his hand
Not knowing I'm holdin' a pen
Before he knew it the pen went straight through his hand
Imagine me, him and my mom at the Hospital tryin' to explain this one y'all
Doctor like "wow, you were trying that hit that kid pretty hard"
I Had to talk to the cops like look "this is just who we really are!"
Montgomery's my nigga
Montgomery's my nigga
When my uncle was living he couldn't babysit me for long
Cause he might pop and turn somebody high-top to a Gumby right in front of me
And I'mma need to get blood wiped out my onesie my nigga
Montgomery's my nigga
Montgomery's my nigga
Sometimes I want to just want to die
Sometimes I just want to cry rivers
But I got to stay alive for my mother, my son and my sister
My daughter, my wisdom
All that I have is all that I give them
I fuck with you, respect you
You fuck with me, respect me
You come for me, expect me
I'm at you
To me that shit is natural
See that's just, the universe working
It's natural
See that's just, the universe working
I fuck with you, respect you
You fuck with me, respect me
You come for me, expect me
I'm at you
To me that shit is natural
See that's just, the universe working boy
It's natural
See that's just, the universe working
Fuck with me, respect me
I fuck with you, respect you
You come for me, expect me
It's natural
I'm at you
I fuck with you, respect you
You fuck with me, respect me
You come for me, expect me
I'm at you
To me that shit is natural
See that's just, the universe working
It's natural
See that's just, the universe working
I Fuck with you, respect you
You fuck with me, respect me
You come for me, expect me
I'm at you
To me that shit is natural
See that's just, the universe working boy
It's natural
See that's just, the universe working
I seen it all
Done it all
I guarantee y'all there'll be some soul searching involved
If we done lost one of ours
We was taught be a boss
Money, cars, beating off
And something with the engine in the trunk dawg
With three exhausts
Decision making, free it cost
Discount me, then we'll talk
Cause talk is cheap
Momma 'cross the street tryin' see us off
To college
We out here against all the non-belief
My Walkman is playing Malik, Jamal and Bahamadia
Still haven't figured out yet what I want my sound to be
Still rough around the edges
Fighting and waiving around the piece
In response to that 9/11
That night I got that beep
Or that shit got tied to me
I just wanted to rhyme
And everything that flashed in front of my eyes felt like some trick photography
I had to go to open mics to show a different side of me
There's more to me than hoppin' over fences bro
It's gotta be
My calling, I gotta put my all in, the entire me
I'm starving
Momma pressin' five, collect callin'
Nine times in like two days
Now it's time to find new ways
To put that 5 and that 9 to use, eyy
There's significance in numbers as a youngin'
I thought of my first corny punchline from a chick who sucked my dick the longest
I was like "If I stick my dick in her ear I wonder if the bitch can hear me cumming"
Niggas from around the way I grew with is in the kitchen peelin' onions
While they momma's drop the tears that's from it
AKs that gunnin' to this day I still hear the drummin
I'm A1, I figured I'd end up with straight A's in something
Them growing pains were like Novacane
Boy they made us numbin'
I followed my gut like I ate a compass
I put all of my trust in my native stomach
My uncle Ozee got rich before me
Told me to save my money
And showed me dough he gave me none of
And he ain't even my shady or my crazy uncle
That's just on my momma's side
We ain't gon' talk about my fathers side
Ain't nothing over there but a bunch of drug use and homicide
I been through some things that should've left me traumatized
But didn't
See, these were just experiences
I was 10, my father tried to spank me with his hand
Not knowing I'm holdin' a pen
Before he knew it the pen went straight through his hand
Imagine me, him and my mom at the Hospital tryin' to explain this one y'all
Doctor like "wow, you were trying that hit that kid pretty hard"
I Had to talk to the cops like look "this is just who we really are!"
Montgomery's my nigga
Montgomery's my nigga
When my uncle was living he couldn't babysit me for long
Cause he might pop and turn somebody high-top to a Gumby right in front of me
And I'mma need to get blood wiped out my onesie my nigga
Montgomery's my nigga
Montgomery's my nigga
Sometimes I want to just want to die
Sometimes I just want to cry rivers
But I got to stay alive for my mother, my son and my sister
My daughter, my wisdom
All that I have is all that I give them
I fuck with you, respect you
You fuck with me, respect me
You come for me, expect me
I'm at you
To me that shit is natural
See that's just, the universe working
It's natural
See that's just, the universe working
I fuck with you, respect you
You fuck with me, respect me
You come for me, expect me
I'm at you
To me that shit is natural
See that's just, the universe working boy
It's natural
See that's just, the universe working
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