EP: The Heaven Experience (2023)

• Signs (Freestyle)
• Out The Barrell
• Look At This
• Grown Ass Man
• Royce & Reggie
• Ion Wanna 

Signs (Freestyle) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

New money, new money

Old friends get the fuck on

If you for real with it and you fuck with me (Me)

This is our song (Okay)

Ryan goin' nuts (Woo)

Dollar at a time (Yes)

Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)

Followin' the signs (Hey)

Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)

Followin' this heart (Heart)

Followin this gut (Yes)

But I don't see no signs (Of what?)

Signs of slowin' up

If I didn't let that bottle beat me

How the hell the odds gon' beat me?

I don't know why ya'll don't leave me 'lone like I ain't built for this

So what, we predicted this (Okay)

I'm surgical with this bitch (Okay)

So you enter my stitch of this (I don't give a fuck)

May the best man win

The race we in, I'm like I'll race you, lap you, pass yo crib

Come back and chase you in at night

You would rather go to war with Corleone

Or have a holy war with all the Israelites and Mayans

My wifey cryin'

My wifey chose to roll with me

Even though she knows fo' sho' that it's dangerous

She knows me more than anyone knows me, she's just like Lois Lane

But a little more nosey

I wonder how bitter that I would have been

If she woulda decide to just split and divorce me

I'll prolly be in denial laughin' like "This shit is a joke!"

With a stripper with nothin' sinkin' in

Like the Skipper steerin' Gilligan's pen

Or if you really support me

I promise to spit the craziest flows

Til' the day the aliens show

Up til' this bitch to deport me

I ain't slowin' up

I ain't slowin' up

I ain't slowin' up

I ain't slowin' up

Ryan goin' nuts? (Woo)

Dollar at a time (Yes)

Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)

Followin' the signs (Hey)

Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)

Followin' this heart (Heart)

Followin this gut (Yes)

But I don't see no signs (Of what?)

Signs of slowin' up

Uh, never nearin' completion

My only fear is my beloved fear of the overthinkin'

With me seriously thinkin'

That I could seriously be scared of anything is just me seriously overthinking it

I'm so focused, I'm borderline bored of blinking

I'm more than a mortal mind can absorb

I'm alive with more than just sky

My alarm sounds in orbit to remind me there's a line at the door

Then my soul needs to be lowered down just to tour

And I'm sober so in order to perform

I prolly gotta slow the flow down even more

While I scroll through the Quran or the Torah

The Bible while I try to decide am I more ahead of my time or before

And I don't know, I just know where I'm headed toward

And that's into checks in the commas' direction

Collectin' as many dollars, disrespectin' this Ebonics so get me

Dodging' that drama til' karma finally decides to forget me

Hopin' nobody will try to upset me

Or catch me with my cash low

I'm hittin' every platform

I'm touchin' everything except my plateau

I ain't slowin' up

I ain't slowin' up

I ain't slowin' up

New money, new money

Old friends get the fuck on

If you for real, nigga, and you fuck with me (Me)

This is our song (Okay)

Ryan goin' nuts? (Woo)

Dollar at a time (Yes)

Ridin' in Detroit (Okay)

Followin' the signs (Hey)

Prolly in this Porsche (Porsche)

Followin' this heart (Heart)

Followin this gut (Yes)

But I don't see no signs (Of what?)

Signs of slowin' up

Out The Barrell lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

I beat and fucked around to check me a record exec' over this check

I'm not no overnight success

Only thing that ever came through for me in one night

Is Joe Holt in this vest, slow floatin' is best

Argue, go and admit that your wife sent me that "Hey, stranger" text

I gave her that rain check, I Oran "Juice" Jones'd the bitch

I'm bout to take all of your confidence, I guess that is that Wraith I'm in

On 8 Mile with two tones on it

And don't think I won't pull right up on your line in it

When my window down and spray out of it like I'm Ray Donovan

The AK Iron Man on that gun, on it since 8th grade

And he don't take names, he AA Anonymous, it seems I'd ride again

Ya'll pop-outters, all of ya'll Amir tryna salvage your hairline

With ya'll fly down while I fly private when I decided I'm tired of him

I don't hang out with nobody, I play the hand I was dealt

I'll swear I'll phone God, I play my cards like I'm playin' Solitaire

.44's shootin' loud in here, 'bout to leave behind a big black cloudy mami

Click-clack-blowin', your's be "Pewm, pewm" like Vladimir

Gun raps and violence, what the fuck is the problem here?

I'm laid back in an Aston Martin, come holler then

The day that they quit makin .38's and MAC-10's, maybe I'll stop rappin' about 'em

'Til I see that, I'ma be laughin' to media's reaction at me relapsin'

This ain't PG accumen

Tell your A&R I ain't handin' in nothin' rated R

I'm rated G for get the fuck away from me

'Fore I make you get your hands up and play Tracey Lee

You need to make your way home

These bullets got legs that ain't on

These bitches be

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, dump, hah, shit)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump)

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, dump, hah, shit)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump)

I beat and fucked around and bought ratchets for all the addicts

All I think about is phone calls but the thoughts is just automatic

My pen Engels, Criss Angel, my hook set screens, 40's

Kareem Abdul-Jabbars, we get together, we bring the best out of Magic

Yes, I'll be spazzin', yes

Yes, I believe I can have a shoe-out with Inspector Gadget 'til he's

Fresh out of gadgets, yes

If it ain't real beef, preacher, don't sweat it

Bitch, please get your phone ready

Tell the homies if they want a picture I got the same piece of chrome

Sweets long, bishop on credit

I be with known felons, Mom said I be with the wrong fellas

Sayin' shit like "He's s'posed to be better"

But last time I went broke, that shit will always hit me forever

If I ever see somebody eatin' a chicken bone, I want in

Like gettin' your door kicked in by them boys from three letters

This the only time I'm gon' tell you

You ain't been out here long enough to go against me

I'll have you out your own element

Squeeze you out them lil' three blocks you be on and, um

Show you that I got a lot of crazy hombres under my umbrella

You got heat but not no sombrero

I'll tell whoever do the work to do your ass work 'til they Dunharrow

I'll put your body in Huckleberry somewhere where they only got one sheriff

I'll put your granny in a can up river, yeah, it's a bunch of crimes in hip hop

But I treat it like it's only one chair and I'm a stand up nigga

I climb in that ring with anybody who don't honor them gloves

Hand on the Bible, one hand in the air and I will promise them blood

Niggas sittin' there waitin' furious for me to be past my prime

So they can create some conspiracy, might as well be waitin' on a spirit

You waitin' on a miracle, you waitin' on a fear

You might as well be waitin' on Caitlyn on her period

While he waitin' on a chariot

With somebody in it who's gon' praise the Mona Mirriam

I appreciate your patience, the more the merrier

I'm sure somebody told you temptation today was just ordinary

I'm pretty sure you wanna hit Berry Gordy in the face with forty berries

Or throw some sticks and stones at Jesus

But nigga, my chrome is squeezin'

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, dump, hah, shit)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump)

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, dump, hah, shit)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, dump, grrah)

Look At This lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

Rest in peace to my nigga Sean Price

Shout out to the whole Duck Down staff

The world's most dangerous Justice League

Check it

We gon' call this here Uncle Joe

RIP to the realest, he taught me all that I know

Basketball was my passion, I guess my call is my flow

He told me follow that motherfucker 'cause ya'll gon' explode

You got that white boy beside you, that boy crazy as hell

He slapped a couple people debating 'bout Shady in jail

And if I was to ask him about all these rappers today

This is down to a T what I think what he exactly would say

He'd say

Look at this shit

Man look at this shit

These niggas out here lookin' shook as a bitch

Look at this shit

Would you look at this shit

Out in these streets actin' like pussies and shit

Uncle Joe

Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders)

Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders)

Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders, hah)

Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders, okay)

I'm convinced that these niggas know there's no way they concedin'

I don't play or believe what they portray on they TV

We're talking ruthless, we're talking Cube, Dre or Eazy

We talking hooping' this Jordan, Isaiah or PeeWee?

We talking boxing, we talking sweetly

Hoes know they get brought to the house if they talking freaky

Fuck these new movies, I got Scarface on repeat

Last Dragon and Menace

Fuck what y'all saying, that's classic

You's a G or a general, we gon' need your lieutenant

I don't need no new friends unless they reveal their intentions

You the plug that I need to meet ya and see your antennas

God damn that Rodney King beating was relentless

Man look at this shit

Man look at this shit

Police be out here acting crooked as shit

Look at this shit

Would you look at this shit

They out here giving niggas whoopings and shit

Then he said

Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders)

Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders)

Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders, hah)

Rest in peace to all the riders (Riders, okay)

He said

I live by the gun

Die by the gun (he said)

That's the only way I got it done (then he said)

These niggas never shot out a gun (he said)

We gotta lie by the son? (Uncle Joe)

Common sense will tell ya they on you, they feel ya

It don't mean you gon' be here long if your song is a hit

It just mean if they listening to you, fuck it, long as they hear ya

That Patrón ether is gon' either make you stronger or kill ya

And I'm still here performing for millions

Call me brilliant, call me Brazilian, whatever you want

Just know I ain't stopping until I got the game in my side pocket

And nah I don't mean billiards

I just hope Eminem know how I'm feeling

Because working with him is certainly an honor and privilege

First he got me my deal and then my label just dropped me

I believed I was tonic

Shady came back and signed me

Then we came back with Lighters

Time to pay back the piper (alright)

Pay back the piper, pay back the piper

Bad bitches acting different, yeah, they acting nicer

Like I'm the Mack of the century

I'd give it all up for one more phone call from that penitentiary (nephew)

Look at this shit

Man, look at this shit

These niggas out here looking shook as a bitch

Look at this shit

Would you look at this shit

Out in these streets acting like pussies and shit

(Then he's like)

Rest in peace to all the riders (riders)

Rest in peace to all the riders (riders)

Rest in peace to all the riders (riders)

Rest in peace to all the riders (riders)

I live by the gun

I die by the gun

That's the only way that I got it done

These niggas never shot out a gun

We gotta lie by the son

Rest in peace to all the riders (riders)

Rest in peace to all the riders

Rest in peace to all the riders (family)

Rest in peace to all the riders

Grown Ass Man lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

DJ Pain 1

Who will my life belong

Yet some feel it's their own

Til' now I have never dared

Now I've got to live for myself

I've got to live for myself

Yeah, my nigga Marc told me to drop all the drums out

So I guess ya'll are gettin' slow flow

Fuck the world, fuck the world, though I'm comin' to America

Im princely robes, you could get chose, ho

I got the semis, the semis

I ain't mature that much

I'll still leave your headrest wet like Soul Glo

I just stepped on a Lego wit' my crib

And man, that shit ain't never hurt so good, let me explain:

I'm a grown ass man, dawg, I love my kids, dawg, I love my fans, dawg

But I love my kids more than I love my fans, dawg

There's plenty niggas threw rocks who tried to hide they hands

Who don't have hands, dawg

Respect me, nigga, I'm about my family, nigga

I go upside your head like Andes, nigga

I stepped into this game without a plan B, nigga

With a bunch of execs tellin' me what I can't be, nigga

I'm a grown ass man, dawg

Who will my life belong

Yet some feel it's their own

Til' now I have never dared

Now I've got to live for myself

I've got to live for myself

This rap shit's designed to take all your confidence

The only genre you could fake all your accomplishments

Black music: where callin' you old's an insult

But if them same young rappers happen to show up

In a Jay-Z or Eminem show, they still gotta show a credential

I never seen a young fighter punk Tyson

Lil' bro, what's all the thuggin' bout?

You tryna be famous, I'm tryna stay alive and healthy

Long enough to punk my daughter' husband out

To me that's what life is

I fuck my wife late night after the kids sleep

Missionary, call that the night shift

I just took my kids out with me, they had a ball

Without me spendin' no money on 'em and

Some would call that shit priceless

And I would give half my bank account to just have my Granny back

You gon' think I'm crazy but I been having visions

Of me being 80 with weed inside a Ziploc bag and a fanny pack

I'm a grown ass man, dawg, I don't want your shine, dawg

Number 1's on your mind? You better worry 'bout Shyne, dawg

I'm beyond ya'll, I put my balls on the throne

Let it recline, dawg, my youngest son got my eyes, ya'll

I found out he was autistic 'fore he was 5, dawg

Since then, I ain't been the same man

His mother weathered the storm of his daddy who was the Rain Man

Listen, I'm just happy to not be behind bars

I'm in my prime and my son drivin' the Bentley to the Prime, ya'll

I'm a grown ass man, dawg

Who will my life belong

Yet some feel it's their own

Til' now I have never dared

Now I've got to live for myself

I've got to live for myself

Yeah

Us young artists, we come in the game with our entourages

And none of us are taught to properly deal with our finances

So we just buy mad shit and fill up our garages

With cars and we buy hideaway apartments for fly dancers

Man, I done seen it all, done it all

Plus I survived through it which is proof I learned from it all

I'm a grown ass man, I'm in the zone

So all that immature fun's over, it's always funny

To hear today's youngins place the burden of a

Bunch of lazy motherfuckers on they own shoulders

The same ones who's only along for the ride til' the run's over

It's simple as this: What do you do?

Do you got a skill? If not, your time here is tentative

But if you do, I'll pay you more than you think that you worth

I'm real generous

But me and these other rappers don't share the same sentiment

You plan to live off me free, you got the wrong ass plan, dawg

I ain't takin' care of no 'nother grown ass man, dawg

I'm a grown ass man, dawg

Who will my life belong

Yet some feel it's their own

Til' now I have never dared

Now I've got to live for myself

I've got to live for myself

Royce & Reggie lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Redman)

Ayo, Royce!

I don't like that shit, nigga

I don't like that shit

Redman in the building

Royce Five-Fuckin-Nine in the fuckin' buildin'

Yeah, yeah

Yessir, let's get 'em, nigga, yo

It's Red, nigga, my bar's up, I hit the gym

I see you walkin' in my shoes, they're my old Timbs

And when you ignorant, nigga, media roll them

And here's the cut, I'm Dr. Dre'in how I bail Em'

Yeah, in the Bay, they say I'm hella tough

They say "Red, you spit like kids on that yellow bus"

Plus I could go a hundred rounds, I hold it down

Like with smack, sayin' "It's too loud in the background"

That's me, I need a therapist, attitude airless

Arrogant like a Eric inheritance

My middle fingers say "God bless America"

Drop-top, blood in my mouth, bumpin' Jamiroquai

I goddamn D 'em, women all on my DM

Give 'em that super dick, yeah, I Apollo Creed 'em

I'm workin' smarter, not harder, no doors for my daughter

She learnin' to be a boss like her father, ehh

When it come to emceein', niggas ain't got a clue

That's why no Mission Impossible ya'll for me to Cruise

And haters hate cause I rock wit' that Coldplay

He ain't gon' last, he gon' fall, I say "Okay!"

Watch this while I'm high in a cockpit

You could die in a moshpit at my show and held for hostage

Yo Five-Nine! What up, Reggie? I make it clear

Tell Dae Dae' father that we the king around here

When Redman spittin', Royce, they don't like that

We two rappin' ass niggas, they don't like that

I pull up in that G-ride, they don't like that

I act a fool in the cypher, they don't like that

Huh, look at your face, you don't like that

I can tell the way you talkin', you don't like that, huh

I don't like them niggas- I don't like 'em either. Drop a dime on 'em. Fuck them niggas. Lemme go get it

Uh

I said "Whatever nigga been talkin' big can just die a bigger death"

Coffins on top of pallbearers, crowdsurfin like Mister Meth'

I'm slick-handed, 'bout to car-check you, then switch gambits

Fucked so many bitches; 'bout to start dressin' like Nick Cannon

You better bring your guitars with you, you ain't with violence

I suggest you bring your side piece if your wifey ain't a goddess

I think you're quite a lame imbibement, ya'll niggas party

Not me, I hang out at bar mitzvahs with Lorena Bobbitt

My underground train of thought is something you new slaves

Just can't abolish, askin' "Do Trump wear a toupee?"

It's crazy as askin' "Do I bump Murals by Lupe?"

Fly frontier, cry tear tats onto a new page

To a new moniker, god of your era, born winner

When I die I'm gone with the wind like Scarlett O'Hara

My Ferrari steering column already put me

In a different profit margin and era, shit, the Maybach

Might just put me in Dubai gettin' a white cloth with the Arabs

Condo so high in the sky, you could fly from right off of the terrace

There is no such thing as using artists as tax write-offs

But I have heard of a person buying off a career

Then ride off in a 911 Carrera

Leaving behind a artist on Def Jam with the IRS in his ear

And my question is will ya ever compare

To that higher up white guy exec who signin' those checks

Then kill ya

When Redman spittin', Royce, they don't like that

We two rappin' ass niggas, they don't like that

I pull up in that G-ride, they don't like that

I act a fool in the cypher, they don't like that

Huh, look at your face, you don't like that

I can tell the way you talkin', you don't like that, huh

I don't like them niggas- I don't like 'em either. Drop a dime on 'em. Fuck them niggas. Lemme go get it.

Ion Wanna lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Courtney Bell & Traxx Sanders)

[Traxx Sanders:]

Ohh, I don't wanna hear about it (Nah)

First chance you got, you stab my back and now the lessons's learned

Ohh, don't tell me shit about it

Because what goes around comes around and now it's your turn

Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna

Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna

[Royce da 5'9":]

Looks like you niggas made up your bed, it's time to sleep in it though

The drama creep through your door, it's time to reap what you sow

I'm tired of sneaky insults, ya'll don't even speak with a Colt

Ya'll get drunk with these thots and let the bottle speak to these hoes

It's so easy to see the evil in you

It fucked me up just to see the shit Meek and Sigel went through

You being used to standing next to me in these streets for so many years

Got you looking for heat that you could weasel into

But searchin' for validation's the first step to a shallow grave, it's the worst stress

All I got for you is these words left

Any man who could stab a man who just gave him the shirt off his back deserves death

[Traxx Sanders:]

Ohh, I don't wanna hear about it (Nah)

First chance you got, you stab my back and now the lessons's learned

Ohh, don't tell me shit about it

Because what goes around comes around and now it's your turn

Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna

Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna

[Courtney Bell:]

Universal love, common energy, you get what you paid

Witness niggas change, get on that stand and tell on they man

Street shit, bred by the code, we chose to leap in

Not weeps'in, niggas I thought was real get exposed for fame

Nigga, we deep in, how you snitch on yo brother

And come back to the block like we won't bust yo brain?

We want blood, judge gave him an elbow

Left him hangin' like scarecrows late at night, know that cell cold

I'll never understand it, how niggas snitch and get glorified

And turn on they people and don't get reprimanded

Where's the law? If it wasn't for Mount Helens, on God

I woulda left your baby funnel if she dug my heart, nigga

[Traxx Sanders:]

Ohh, I don't wanna hear about it (Nah)

First chance you got, you stab my back and now the lessons's learned

Ohh, don't tell me shit about it

Because what goes around comes around and now it's your turn

Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna

Ohh, I don't wanna, I don't wanna

The Allegory (2020)

• Mr. Grace (Intro)
• Dope Man
• I Don't Age
• Pendulum
• I Play Forever
• Ice Cream (Interlude)
• On The Block
• Generation Is Broken
• Overcomer
• Ms. Grace (Interlude)
• Thou Shall
• FUBU
• A Black Man's Favorite Shoe (Skit)
• Upside Down
• Perspective (Skit)
• Tricked
• Black People In America
• Black Savage
• Rhinestone Doo Rag
• Young World
• My People Free
• Hero 

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

[Father (Son):]

What is America built off of? (Violence and entrepreneurship)

So if you had to tell another six year old like yourself what to look out for, what would you tell 'em? (They would kill you for the right price)

Are you a buyer or a seller? (A seller)

If I gave you a million dollars right now, would you buy candy or a candy store? (A candy store)

What is the goal to be? (Independent)

If you lost everything tonight, what you got tomorrow (Intellectual property)

And what is intellectual property? (They can take your possessions, but they can't take your mind)

How do you say group economics in Spanish? (Economía de grupo)

How do you say barter system? (Sistema de cambio)

If I gave you something for 500, and you flip it to the next man for 2000, what is that called? (Upselling)

Alright now, me, as your leader, as your father, the person who's supposed your best interest, if I celebrate holidays and Christmas, your entire life, and you gotta go beg somebody for a job at 18, what did I do?

(You failed me financially)

And I want you to tell me, how fast can somebody be a victim of gun violence in America?

(This fast) [*gunshot*]

[Royce da 5'9":]

Was told to hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil

In a place that hears no evil, sees no evil

Where the oppressor sees no color

The investor sees no others

The erection seems so seasonal, plus illegal

Man, that's just the mode, that's just the evil

We just adjust to that, that's just machismo

I was destined to be mo' than a apple laying next to a tree, bro

Clandestine, colorful G stuck in a G code thrust into street mode

Searchin' for soul with a stolen identity

Surface low, economically

In need of capital, in search of a loan and it's a few bankin' institutions who got the remedy

But this is America, where credit is for the privileged and profit is not my amenity

I'm just here to get popped by the cops, get popular so I can discredited in a documentary by the enemy

While in a homicidal, fratricidal cycle of wild, constant hostile energy

Lookin' down the barrel of a rifle while tryna find some inner peace

As God as my witness, through teary-eyed tyranny

Knowledge itself is the caveat and the dollar itself is the demigod

Listen, nigga, this is The Iliad

Flip the dollars for wealth until our figures resemble the myriad

We are the inventors, we are the lenders, we are the matriarchs

Only thing we didn't make was slavery laws

And on this specific day, it's the end of the prison sentence, this is the period

A rich man wrote this with a poor man's focus

A sick man quotes this, but the dope man sold this

Lookin' for a soulmate and the bitch playin' Go Fish

Provin' you got heart doin' dirt for The Tin Man in a quicksand culture

Standin' on anything I said like the kickstand open

Feelin' like Rembrandt sculpted some shit that just van Gogh get

I am the descendant of the original, physical melanin skin man

The highly-intelligent pride of the ghetto, the Zinjanthropus

The Phantom's so clean you can't see the lord sit down, she is gorgeous

All you see is a steerin' wheel floatin', led by a herd of stampedin' horses

Checks and balances by the curb

Steps to amateurs flyin' birds

Connected annual to a buyin' surge

Expectin' the amateurs to try and merge

To try and lessen the blesses, but you can never lessen the connection of the indefinite pentameter Ryan serves tryin' words

This is Category A

Definition, battered slave of yesterday

Recognition by cattle

Present picture, a guy battles sexuality in tight apparel, eyeshadow

That's not deep, I'm shallow

As time travels, rapper-boys get to doin' acid on stage

Wearin' satchels, catchin' cases like statutory rape

Online actin' like natural-born slaves, really

I guess it's from the back of the back to back to sittin' with my back to the shadows

With actors standin' behind me with puppets controlling nothing but shapes

But that shapes our fate

This is the Allegory of the cave theory by Plato, and this is the first chapter

The first forty-eight, "Death Of the Dope Man"

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

[Emanny:]

Hey-ey-ey-ey

Prophesize to be your king

He's a king of the street

Man of the world, who the little boys wanna be

He's the dope man

Ohh (Ooh)

Just the ghetto hood celebrity

Chains and shackles, just a distant memory

He's the dope man (Ooh)

I ain't talkin' pimps and hoes, I'm talkin' Cadillac drove on 24s

He's the dope man

What you see is what you get, he's off it

He's our dope man (Yeah)

[Cedric The Entertainer:]

It's 72 degrees and it doesn't get better than this

The weather is so beautiful outside

It's gonna warm up a little bit

And I wanna shout out to all those people that are

Headed out for good times with family and friends

Just a little relaxin', enjoyin' yourselves

I wish it was me joinin' you

But I'm right here doin' the thing that gets it groovin'

The moves and the sounds

Only on Smooth Grease FM

[Royce da 5'9" (Emanny):]

Dope man, please, can I have another hit

Dope man (Girl, can I have some more)

Dope man, please

Give it up, give it up for

Give it up, give it up for

Dope man, please (Ooh)

Dope-dope-dope man

[Royce da 5'9":]

Old head starin' at me, they some has-beens, I'm the nigga that they never was (Dope man)

Your mama used to be a dime piece (Dope man), now I let her and your auntie split a dub (Dope man)

Mommy got a fat ass in a sundress, I'ma see if I can get a hug (Dope man)

Fucked your baby mama, only problem is now it's too hard to get rid of her (Dope man)

One man treasure and another man trash, you can call me a litterbug (Dope man)

White cop call me a nigga while the wife pops call me a jitterbug (Dope man)

One man white powder army could wipe out an army of Twitter thugs (Dope man)

Put the weed man out of business at a time when the town needed realer drugs (Dope man)

[Emmany & Royce da 5'9":]

Dope man, please (Ohhh)

Dope man, please, can I have another hit?

The government injected crack into my natural habitat

Charged me with possession and arrested me for havin' it after that

Pulled up in the Wraith, know it really hurts

As the oldest had to get a couple in blood

Dope man, please, can I have another hit

Dope man (We gon' split a Dutch)

Dope man, please

Dope man, please

Dope-dope-dope man

Dope man, dope man

Dope-dope man, dope man

Please, can I have another hit?

Dope man, dope man

Give it up, give it up for (Dope man, please)

Give it up, give it up for

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

Product of the dope game

Mama wanted no pain, papa wanted cocaine

Papa smokin' pot over the pot, over the stove flame

Dollar short from acquirin' no change

Started out with no shame, to ridin' 'round in Mulsanne

Tolerance high, feel no pain

Cotton mouth with guys who got the code names

I remember nodding' out, too hot, just watching' Soul Train

Now I'm yachtin' out the boat brain

Hunnid thousand dollar gold chain

Wife done got too pricey for a Cadillac

Too icy to be fightin', too godly for a battle rap

Too nice to be in cyphers, too deep for moderation

Too free for exoneration, and seekin' validation

Young, black, receivin' salutations

Product of the dope game

Mama wanted no pain, papa wanted cocaine

Papa smokin' pot over the pot, over the stove flame

Flier than the sky, I am the pilot of the soul plane

Writer of the 'pyrus, I was a writer way before fame

All y'alls do is cypher, I came from the bottom From the soil right where the rose came

I'm too private to try to expose lames

And I'm too violent to be ridin' with those things

I'm too shady to be neutral, these artists try to divide us

If I go Kendrick Lamar, the world gon' watch the "Control" change

I'm way too vicious to ask for my respect

I'm way too mission for the dissin', man, listen

Even mindin' my business I deal with entire

Always on time to collect, like the IRS

Product of the dope game

Masterful of cocaine

Violence over dyin' over war games

Die here and get choked, lames

Die here in the choke chains

Advise you in the full, mane, Siamese, your whole Fram

How can I be washed? I'm havin' shooter, rifle thoughts

Suicidal thoughts, I should be writin' these rhymes in the diary of Cobain

Beat him 'till his Bible lost

Beat him 'till he dies and then beat his body 'till we revive 'em

And his po's came

Where I come from, I tell the jokes and you the joke

Where I come from, I sell the dope, you do the dope

My brethren, I'm not a legend, I'm not a vet

Do not address me as second, I'm the best

You niggas always sleepin', I'd rather stay woke

They say you are what you eat, but I never ate G.O.A.T

I went from straight poor to shoppin' malls

And Wraiths blowin' gray smoke

Dialed in like conference calls

Strapped up like Waco

Playin' Hov, Friend or Foe

Lost friends like Ross and Rachel

In the road, big bro was a criminal

Give you L's, gimme O's

The only thing that look good on paper to me is Benji's, ho

My sobriety's been more faithful to me than these hoes

Never compromisin' my intellect for the Internet

Just send these goals in the rose

How the fuck this nickel-ninin', Yes Man

When 24/7, I stay in the no

'Fore I hold a grudge, I take a flight to Paris

'Fore I spill blood, I drink a pint of theirs

I don't age

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

As the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

As the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

When it ain't nothing left to be, for these hoes, but a bitch

Ain't nothing left to heat on the stove, but a brick

Ain't nothing left to eat for the po', but the rich

As the Lord swings the pendulum

Time to divvy up your pieces with the deal

All my people gon' be speaking what they feel (What they feel)

All my people gon' be eating what they kill (What they kill)

Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

Nigga, we gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

We gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

Roll this weed with your degrees up in Hell

As the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

As the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

All y'all dudes is straight facades, you just lie and scheme

Mark Cuban 'round your shooters, you just buy a team

Started beef on IG and hide behind a meme

Dark secrets, closet probably look like Halloween

Y'all come out the closet just to market y'all new garbage

I'm inside your bitch apartment, dick is parked about nine inches in the carcass

Like Mister Marcus

Too narcissistic to be licking carpet

Too artistic to nut, this a catharsis

Fuck all that shit you talking

Y'all won't stand, y'all won't kneel, all y'all with is marching

Hard labor for your racist Caucasian bosses

Talkin' straight into a wire while it's taped across you

I'm still learning, wheels turning, tryin' to get the fortune

My side chick is still burning out, my dick is scorching

Talkin' 'bout, "I think I'm pregnant, I'm not with abortion"

Any child that slides out you is an instant orphan

That's why it's nothing left to be, for these hoes, but a bitch

It ain't nothing left to heat on the stove, but a brick

It ain't nothing left to eat for the po', but the rich

As the Lord swings the pendulum

Time to divvy up your pieces with the deal

All my people gon' be speaking what they feel (What they feel)

All my people gon' be eating what they kill (What they kill)

Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

Nigga, we gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

We gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

Roll this weed with your degrees up in Hell

As the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

As the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

Your video got four million hits

Oh shit, somebody told you, "You're rich"

You been mixing up your passion with your goals for that fix

For that rose, for that risk, for that blow, for that sniff

I was still a slave just four hundred years ago

Going massive for a cracker wearing a robe

And I just did a deal for my masters and my soul

For that whip, whole clan is in the Phantom

Damn, the roles have been switched

Look, I'm tryna just survive until my payday

Dodging these piranhas tryna rob me, thots around me hollering, "Date rape"

This bitch that's with me now, all she like to do is kiss and sixty-nine

All she gets is time, shit, I ain't signed to TreyWay

Now, I'm falling in a downward spiral

My main ho is Bow Wow's side ho with "model" in the bio

I'm startin' to sound dated

'Cause I ain't paid attention to the climate since the Nae-Nae

I remember sprayin' Cris', hanging, playin' Hurricane Chris, "Ayy, Bay, Bay"

Now I'm syrup sipping, can't sniff, playin' "Dre Day"

Now, don't nobody come and kick it, damn, Pelé

Wishin' that I had one wish, playin' Ray J

I feel like I'm sittin' on a plane that's goin' down

And I'm a pigeon with no wings, sayin', "Mayday"

Calm down, it's your pilot, first class the way you flyin'

Fuck them niggas that's in coach

They too far, can't see you rollin'

Mad that Coach designed your coat

I seen it all before, one-minute-later shit

The next one, niggas ain't gotta commode to take a shit in

Now they in they feelings, reminiscin'

Talkin' 'bout, "Remember when in," nigga, no, I don't

If it ain't business, we ain't never spoke

Don't try to stop me when I'm in the airport

To take a pic, 'cause I won't even pose with you posers

Sorry, I don't know ya

On my mama, nigga

This my shit, nigga, I'm taking it right now, nigga

2019 is my year

I recorded the whole mixtape in 24 hours, nigga

And I dropped it the next day, on MyMixt-

You niggas is trash bruh, making all this trash ass fucking music, bruh

Saturatin' the fucking game, bruh, get the fuck out of my wave, bruh

I sat back 2018, I sat back 2017, and watch all you lame ass rap niggas bruh, sit down and fuck the whole rap game up, bruh

Trolling and shit, bruh

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

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Uh-uh, uh

[Grafh:]

I fell in love with the street life

I-I fell in love with street, that's no lie

No lie, no, no lie

No lie, no, no lie

I fell in love with the street life, I (Boo-boo-boo-boo)

Look, got a raw deal, not at all chill

Nigga we run up under your food like shopping cart wheels

My Glock, make you hop and cartwheel

For props, your block got a call feel

My name dollar bill, holla y'all ill, gotcha

Drop tough like a built Tonka

Still conquer but still ain't contra

Still pop you through your shield, holla (Boo)

I wasn't on the roof but on the mini scooter

Or lickin' hooters with a spliff for Buddha

I was in the inner city sewer, underground dirty-dirty, in the manure

Clip in the Ruger, 'cause I was raised different than you were

Nigga I'm awesome, get off 'em, you all dumb

You all wonder where I get all of my ambience from

You all wonder how I come from the swamp and the pond scum

Peon, comparin' me to y'all is beyond dumb biatch

Me I'm from where it's dark as Hell

'Round the corner from death, right across from Hell

I am Austin Wells tossed in a garbage pail

I'm from the bottom not from Harvard or Yale, darlin'

[Royce da 5'9":]

Uh, prolly took a shot, even shot a few too

Now my future bright, lookin' out is futile

My mom was frugal, my pop was brutal

School of hard knocks, all I did around the clock was doo-doo

On the block all day and night like a prostitute do

Every artist out there y'all like on the charts a doo-doo

I'm from where thots will convolute you, the cops are cuckoo

Charge you, try you and prosecute you, if not just shoot you

Knock off your whole tribe with the chopper like Chaka Zulu

Chef the impossible, opposite pyrex pots are voodoo

Block magician, I chop a brick to a pasta noodle

Fuck the charts I roll out I swapped the old out and copped the new-new

This is my possible moment of truth, shouts to Guru

Cocked the Glock, let it do the do like cock-a-doodle

Hospital, nah, growin' up only doctor you knew

Was Dr. Dre, Dr. Jay, and maybe that Dr. Drew dude

I was raised by Gregory and James Evans, dawg

I catch you without that weapon that's Frank Drebin, dawg

That's naked dawg, that's sacred dawg

I spray your dawg, that's aerosol, let's face it dawg

I Che Guevara, dawg, y'all make mistakes, not me, I create eras, dawg

I play forever dawg, forever-ever dawg?

Ever-ever dawg, ever-ever dawg?

I play forever, dawg, never lost

Record of wins and lessons, y'all

Too effortless with the rhetoric to be a legend dog

As far as the bars and the measures I'm prolly highly regarded as God up in Heaven, dawg

I play forever, dawg

I play forever, dawg

Far as the art, I'm what else but Magellan, dawg

Hella bars, Nelson Mandela, dawg

Draped in Maison Margiela, dawg, they jealous, dawg

These niggas fake, I'm the eight kissin' the figure eight, playin' Drake at a weddin', dawg

Put that together, dawg, I'm clever dawg

I play forever, dawg, ever-ever dawg?

Ever-ever dawg

These sessions are blessings, dawg

Clever thoughts comin' out the barrel of G Dep Smith & Wessons, dawg

These thoughts are the confessions, dawg

Ever dawg, I play forever, dawg

[Grafh:]

I-I fell in love with street, that's no lie

No lie, no, no lie

No lie, no, no lie

I fell in love with the street life, I

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

[Mother (Son) {Ice Cream Man}:]

(Hey mommy?)

Hm?

(What's a allegory?)

An allegory is a story with a subliminal meaning that has a political message based off the writer's mind

(Can you give me something from the ice cream truck?)

Of course baby

{What's goin' on 'lil man, what can I get for you?}

Now for as long as I can remember, the ice cream truck been playin' the same song

I bet you don't even know the origin of it, do you? Do you, Mr. Ice Cream Man?

{Lady, what the hell are you talkin' ab-}

Allow me to enlighten you, Mr. Ice Cream Man

A white man named Harry C. Brown made a racist ass song called "Nigga Love A Watermelon"

That was in 1916 on Columbia Records and here you are a 100 years later comin' through your neighborhood playin' the same fuckin' song

Way to go Mr. Ice Cream Man

{Wait a minute, hold up}

{Ain't you neverteddy69 from Tinder?}

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

[Royce da 5'9":]

Come to the block and make the papers

Come to the block- (Block-)

Come to the block and make the papers

Kids hustle on the block (The block)

Come to the block and make the papers

My theme is all about making the green (Green)

This style of mine is well-defined

Kids hustle on the block (Okay), The block

We got Preemo on them cuts, we got Pinot in them cups

Contraband in quarter panels, four, five kilos by the struts

Put your faith in mortal man and he shall terrorize your trust

Shots of Everclear, if nothing just to sterilize the Dutch

Sink an entire empire with my placebo methods

Rebuild an entire empire with my tuxedo measurements

I'm the lyrical audio version of Mona Lisa, recorded to tape, though

Mama didn't give birth to me, she just aborted the golden ratio (Woo)

Look here, y'all should come procreate with a winner

If I should catch a fade with an earthquake I'll make it a tremor

I'm cold enough to go on a date with the eighth of December

When I'm finished, make the rest of the winter pay for the dinner, nigga

We collect bones where blood is drawn and slugs is blown

Nigga, we catch bodies where drugs is thrown, here for the throne

Look, wifey realer than Lauren London on the corner hustling

Like a Detroit party when "Step in the Name of Love" is on

[Oswin Benjamin:]

Come to the block and make the papers

Come to the block- (Block-)

Come to the block and make the papers

Kids hustle on the block (The block)

Come to the block and make the papers

My theme is all about making the green (Green)

This style of mine is well-defined

Kids hustle on the block, uh, okay

Kool-Aid known by colors, boy, we ain't no flavors (Ain't no flavors)

We relate to Jesus, most my people born in mangers, too

They ain't know their fathers (Fathers), they were born to strangers (Strangers)

We were raised by VR Troopers (Troopers), Wishbone and Power Rangers (Ayy)

Yeah, we confronted the danger (Ayy), we never did fear the outcome (Naw)

Cap guns turned into revolvers, never leave home without one (Never leave home)

Invested in quarters and Marvel vers' CAPCOM, see my nigga turn Mega Man (Mega Man)

Since eleven never seen 'em caught without a firearm in his palm, you would think they connected, woah

We was broke on a mission for the chose

Sold integrity for neck when chickenheads would come approach

Bitches swallow dick and sang on Sunday, oh, but this ain't vocal

We were suckers though, we tried to make a wife out of them hoes

Stuck in the middle of 30 a time, shepherd been a black sheep

Lowest totem on the pecking order, all the pretty hoes wanted athletes

Bamboozled by the bamboo-wearing bad bitches with the fat cheeks

That made us wait on the same pussy that got ran through like a track meet, treadmill

Come to the block and make the papers

Come to the block- (Block-)

Come to the block and make the papers

Kids hustle on the block (The block)

Come to the block and make the papers

My theme is all about making the green (Green)

This style of mine is well-defined

Kids hustle on the block (The block)

[Royce da 5'9":]

Young niggas get on they 'Gram and gotta start talkin' all silly and shit

Talkin' 'bout runnin' my city and shit

All this ol' gun hostility shit, artillery shit

All this ol' menacin', killin' me shit

Reminiscin' about prison, ain't really this shit

But got caught stealin' and shit

Sittin' in a van with killers and shit

Pistol in hand, dumb-dumbs in my lap, ventriloquist shit

I Proof, I Blade and Dilla this shit

I prove I'm great at flippin' this shit

And building this shit, Dan Gilbert-in' shit

Damn [?] shit

Generation Is Broken lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

I'll fuck yo' bitch up, let's go (Look at America's entertainment, hurrah)

Generation is broken and we was chosen to rise

Been through all this pain ju-

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

[Westside Gunn:]

Ayo

Ayo

All we did was slang dope (All we did was slang dope)

Mini Tech, that's my main hoe (Grrr)

Fishscales pictures, wish you well

Heard you got 30 up the North it's aight, mean he ain't need no scale

Ruger shells at Bloomingdales (Doo-doo-doo-doo)

Word on the streets he had two for sale

Pistol in your mouth like a root canal

Aston with the missing roof, pissin' Vueve (Vroom)

Put ten on your head, I bet they get you soon

Courtside, Zion got 30, Bron got 50 (Ah)

I better cook a brick in a jiffy (Whip)

All we did was slang dope (All we did was slang dope)

Baby Tek, that's bae bro (Grrrrrr)

Came home scramblin', all you heard was ambulance

Somebody got hit on the corner, doin' hand to hands

12-12's out the minivan, it had the ceiling fan

Dashboard had the chandelier

Sold grams for years, baggin' up, tasting tears

Hit 'em up close, you gotta face the fears (Doo-doo-doo-doo)

Where I'm from, drivebys is overrated (Overrated)

If you got five bodies then you famous (Then you famous)

Get a hammer for the brick, we gotta break it (Gotta break it)

Shit broke the blender, nigga (Grrr)

All we did was slang dope

All we did was slang dope

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

All we did was slang dope

All we did was slang dope

All we did was slang dope

All we did was slang dope

(Griselda)

(I need your screamin' love

Darling, can't you see

I need your screamin' love

Darling, can't you see

Oh-oh

Woo, I love you

All I wanted)

Boo-boo-boo-boom

[Royce da 5'9":]

In search of right like the birth of Christ

Breakin' every generational curse in life

Perverse concise make sure the verse is right

Return who adverse to the Earth

Make sure that my hearse is white

And the contract Jewish, to match a grind that's foolish

A Koran that's Buddhist

Rappin' so Mike Caren and Denaun stack moolah

As I sign on the dotted line with the passion of a blind tattooist

In reaction to slithers from lizards mouth

Yelawolf this is your first and your last pass

I ain't gon' put it on blast, your punk ass know what this about

You think it's 'bout being loud or tryna be hostile

'Til you get found face down on the ground outside of Kid Rock house

Though you a vulture pundit, I hope you get sober from this

Men lie, women lie, so do numbers

The energy never lies when you a over comer

The energy never dies when you a over comer

I don't rhyme for the likes, I'm who the jealous target

I'm underground for life this shit is a cellar's market

The rich get richer, the po' get mo' greedy

We need Clarance A. to get what's owed in these board meetings

Rappers catch Ls after just squeezing 'em four Feezys

Crackers pattern themselves after the teachings of Morris Levy

But I was dubbed the greatest by the gossip

I'm King Tut to haters from this Spyder cockpit

It's Jacob Custom makes me fire watches

Inspired by Cool J drivin' Saabs

With Cut Creator right beside him drivin' Mazdas

I was labeled "drug-related" by the coppers

A government that through the republic

Has been subjugated by the mobsters

Martin got shot on the Lorraine balcony, became alchemy

Was spit on at the hospital when suffocated by the doctors

Michael was sniped at six at night, precisely by a laser

Mac Miller died pleadin' for his life, reciting God's prayer

Immaculately conceived, the product of Nas' labor

Ain't shit like me, I'm Chris Lighty I'm Violator

Dedicated to the edification of sellin' blackness

I feel like Dame yellin' at Kevin Liles over leather jackets

Prince when he told Nas "Own your masters or your ass out"

Best rapper between Cardi and Meg the Stallion is Kash Doll

Overcomer

This Detroit, energy I'm on forever

Shout out to every body who made it (Overcomer)

And remember, God doesn't call the qualified

He qualifies the called, that's Christine Caine

Overcomer

The energy never dies (Overcomer)

The energy never lies (Overcomer)

Oh yeah

The station that keeps you in the groove

On the move to Saint-Tropez

It is that kind of weekend, keepin' it cool laughin' with friends, family

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

Ms. Grace, what kind of round in your hand?

22

What kind of round in your hand now?

380

What kind of round in your hand?

380

What kind of round in your hand now?

345

What kind of round in your hand now?

22

Ms. Grace, if you wanna give a job to your family and friends, what is that called?

Nepotism

If you have a bunch of friends who don't do shit, are they an asset or a liability?

A liability

How many people on the registered sex offender list?

750,000

Daddy taught you that you a goddess so you could never be anybody's what?

Bitch or ho

Who was Huey P. Newton?

An African political activist, a revolutionary who, along with Bobby Seale, co-founded the Black Panther Party in 1966

Who's coming to save you?

Nobody, I have to save myself

If I die today, then what's your job?

Pick up where you left off and take care of my siblings

Good job, good job

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

[Royce da 5'9":]

Thou shalt not fuck with Detroit me

Never owned a coogie, Ford truck, or a pair of them gator Maureys

Please hold your applause for these parables and stories

Give all praise to Allah, to God be the glory

My Papa raised me like I'm a dog with rabies

Playin' the hard-to-hard in a dropped Mercedes

Ridin' with the chopper daily

Pupils dilated like I'm Sada Baby

Nozzle on that gun larger than the one on that Gaga lady

Play with my time like I'm a playful don

My arm comes out the car, my window down like I'm tryna borrow some Grey Poupon

First these bitches love it, then they hate it, then they hate to love it

I'm straight with publishin', I don't care if the radio station's stubborn

Y'all hate us busters, I'm David Ruffin

It'll take me nothin' to put your life on a dollar menu right there by the Egg McMuffin

While these boys order shots, snortin' rocks, and importin' thots

I'm floatin' with 40 knots to the bag, like I'm a border cop

Any artist in hip-hop fuck with Nickel stock, sure to drop

Especially if he Russel Wilson, good guy, sorta pop

You sure to die, pallbearer's brain flowers, he's mortified

Me and Porter got the same stayin' power that hoarders got

Whoever Superman, I got kryptonite in these hands

But I'd rather soup-a-man, leave you liquified with these cans

I don't care if you rap niggas is trendin', topic your shit is garbage

You couldn't make a classic out of that trash if you had Brenda drop it

You at the rental car spot Enterprise, while I'm enterprisin'

I don't cop my whips without coppin' rims and a body kit and my tint is darkened

Closest I'ma probably get to window shoppin'

Alright we're gonna try a new sound

[Kid Vishis:]

Uh, yeah, yeah

Alright we're gonna try a new sound

Say goodbye to the good guy

I hot boxed on your block and I got the whole hood high

You know who all the dead niggas is, they tryna look live

Instagram post bank accounts, it wouldn't look right

Your favorite rapper's sweet, you look up to geeks

I wanna flip the world upside down and make all you niggas look up to the streets

I don't believe none of you frail niggas

A man should never be described as petite

I don't wait when it's war, I'm on some now shit

Leave your mama prayin' over beef, I halal shit

All these foul styles goin' 'round and y'all allow it

No skill required, the game's overcrowded

So when a rapper say he can spit now, I doubt it

You could listen to Future but just know who the now is

I get to share a stage with Nickel Nine, that's crazy

We on tour with Eminem, baby, that's Shady

Room full of naked chicks, surrounded by pussy

'Cause I rap amazin', you at the crib hatin'

With your kittens, lookin' like the weird cat lady

Trippin' watchin X-vids while I'm with your ex-bitch, 'til I'm restless

Don't want me to send goons to investigate they faux niggas

And believe me, it's hard to find a coffin that's pretzel shape

When goin' to the special place

Say an extra grace, black men in America ain't just slaves

Long as the queen don't need nothin' for [?] a seven

While I'm still buildin' credit outta debt

I know where I'm headed, I don't need the reverend

Royce gave me access to the lab, I got the key to Heaven

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

[Conway the Machine:]

I am that nigga, it's obvious

These niggas broke, on their pickpocket, watching us

They see the watch and this jewelry we rocking

Get sick to their stomach, now they try to plot on us

They know this extendo we got on us

Can't name a time when it's not on us

Hope they try robbing us

So they can go back and tell niggas about all these bullets they got from us

I let that blocker on low, I put that pot on the stove, yeah

Now these CDs only product I sold

Fans in Berlin going out of control, yeah

I fuck a lot of new hoes

Penthouse on top of the Lowes, Versace my robe

What's in my pocket? A knot I can't fold

Make sure my Gelato is rolled

Uh, I am on a whole another level than you, uh

My grandma used to say, "Boy, you got the devil in you"

Fuck around, get some metal in you

My name ring bells, I could sell out whatever venue

[Royce da 5'9":]

For us, by us

For us, by us

For us, by us

For us, by us

(For you) By us

(For you) By us

(For you) By us

I'm tired of hearing about what all these rappers'll do

First of all, none of y'all can last in the booth

I don't know what's faster, your wounds turning black or to blue

The media, the slap of the shoe

Step to a nigga just to step on a nigga

Sounds easier to me than counting backwards from two

Bring the hood peace, you expect it by the Benzes

Shell catch an iron, you ain't pressured by forensics

Half you niggas rhyming transgenic

You say they gotta question how you meant it

I transcend, forever monumented

Not even Netflix could document it

My son got autism from injection by syringes

These nerds ain't warriors, we heard the same story and

You niggas blowing whistles at Hurricane Dorian

Blowing missiles back to the word of vainglorious

You sissy

Nigga, this is for us, by us

Why you put yours up? I put up my cup

Survivors of systems meant to divide us

You only can afford what you could buy five of

You a fool in a war with the faint of hearts

I'll let the two encores take your brain apart

I'm at the Louvre on the floor by the hanging art

I'm putting numbers on the board like a game of darts

Product of every single blood freckled Timberland

Buy up every building in the projects to contemporary art deco every tenement

My consigliere is marked echo every sentiment

Cop a hundred rides, park 'em all in one garage

Money on my mind like Rocky thunder thighs

Everybody, everybody friends like they from Milan

'Til they in a hole in a line like the number nine

Long hours of perfecting this, 9-7 shit

Spitting seeds left of shells of pistachios on the keys of the Casios, it's the evidence

Bearing my soul, DiCaprio from The Revenant

Phantom looking haunted like a hayride

Camera on the trunk like the one from my prayers

Amethyst a gun, cummerbund child, they lied

Clamp a chick in front, one of one I say I

And you know how I do

Put the beef behind me to put your soul behind you like De La

Twin white Maybachs

Steering wheel wood when I'm floating through the hood like sailors

Couldn't be cut like me if you had ten tailors

Put the wifey in a black bent Bentayga

Judge can't exonerate, violate

Got a mansion by the lake, got a maid, Consuela

I was fly even when I was a damn lie

I was flying standby 'cause of how I expand mics

Triple threat, bitch, I make the track and write

The judge can't give me life, bitch, I am life

You a algorithm

You niggas everything the culture isn't

I don't coach the visit

I don't get into the social digits

I just smoke distribute

Microorganism live in my colloquialisms

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

Howdy, I'm - and I hate black people

They're the worst, they're stinky, and they just suck

They're just bad people

If you notice over there, there's a box of Jordans

It's the favorite pair of shoes for a black man

I'm going to show you what I think of a black man

Fuck all niggas

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

(Their lies

Upside down, upside down, down

Their lies

Upside down, upside down)

[Ashley Sorrell:]

When you pull up, will you pull it?

Are you the shooter? Trigger puller

Do you back up what you say you do?

Or Mr. Shoulda-Woulda?

Do you give back to the hood you from?

Or run, go to the jeweler?

When you got beef, will you stand or run?

Or talk from your computer?

Do you boss up? Put your people on?

Or hate 'cause you can't do it?

Will you speak the truth to power?

Or be silent, bite the bullet?

Which one are you?

Which one are you?

[Royce da 5'9":]

Why the gay niggas tryna fuck the straight niggas

That's tryna fuck the gay bitches that look just like the straight niggas?

While the straight niggas that the gay bitches tryna look just like

Tryna look, just like the gay niggas, I must look just like the grave diggers

You think you the people's champ 'cause people playin' your single

But I don't think that you can keep playin' with me though

'Cause every time I squeeze a damn 3-4, that's the reaper playin' bingo

That's a kilogram wrapped up on the Peter Pan Prevost

Whoever think I'm here to make some corny ass radio

Viacom jingle got my whole diatribe tangled

Sittin' high up on them tires, on my high horse, I'm Django

Likened by white powder, John Stamos

Probably the only artist, who can father time, John Amos

Rapper God erupted out of a Comic-Con-cano

Committin' lyrical homicide while beside Premo

To the downers, I'm Drano, to the genre, I'm Thanos

Any spitter think he sicker than that, I have the antidote

Take it back to when it was eighths in the pack

Kidnap you over that lil' rap you wrote, leave your family take in the back

By the handsome quote, that I left on that ransom note

I ain't one of these dudes who be computer screen beefin'

Gorilla nigga, killin' his Twitter TL, verbal abusin' females

Bill Maher use the term "nigga" so loosely

'Cause truthfully, he know that he be usin' it on the DL

Louis C.K. know he can use it in front of Pookie

But know damn well that he wouldn't use it in front of DL

White kids graduate to relationships with a ton of perks

Black kids, just aggravated and had to take a ton of Percs

You come to church the 1st and 21st, and when it come to dirt

Gucci ain't the only one's puttin' black faces on front of shirts

Black women wanna be built like cartoon characters, Eric Cartman

That bears a strikin' resemblance to Saartjie Baartman

Now Google that when you get a chance

You gon' find out America's heartless

Remember, the effort has to go into the art, not the wave

Everybody talking 'bout they own their masters

But if the music don't age well, it don't matter

It's like you own a hundred percent of nothing

Know your value

[Benny The Butcher:]

The Butcher comin', nigga

All them times, you gave 'em your best, got you complicatin' your stress

Cash rules, your last move got 'em contemplatin' your next

I'm the one behind the wheel when them conversations go left

I need violence, Rasheed Wallace, I'm okay with a TEC

What's the difference from a nigga who lived it and storytellers?

Of course we felons, sold a brick whiter than Tori Spelling

Roll with killers, nobody on my block was poorer than us

I put a fork in the pot and got a euphoric feeling, uh

Young heathens clap tools over VVS jewels

White kids pull heaters at school, wanna CBS News

Became a legend for the skeptics who ain't believe me that do

And for mornings, I never ate unless they feed me at school, uh-huh

Servin' out pots, had me turnin' out blocks

It's Griselda, nigga, you know we The Firm without Fox'

Everything about timing and I was stern on my clock

'Cause niggas out now grindin', tryna earn what I got, uh

Stick to the script, my advantage was hustle

So I'm sayin' off the muscle, I'm headin' careers, I have cancelled a couple

The shooter cross the Atlantic to touch you

Rubber bands in the duffle with both hands full, I ain't panic, I juggle

I'm very confident, y'all barely poppin' it, uh

Y'all niggas treat every project chick like Kerry Washington

Jail, backstabbin' to Hell, I took a consequence

A yard big enough at the crib to bury hostages

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

[Eminem:]

But you've got people of all races coming together and tryna shape this from the ground up

So now you got little white kids growin' up with black idols

And you got black kids growin' up with white idols

And you got- it's just this whole mixing pot

Nothing has brought more races and more people from all different walks of life together than hip-hop

No music has done that, I don't think anything has done that as much as hip-hop has

So, in the same token, I can understand the frustration being that, you know, damn near every form of music, period

Was created by black people

So, you got Chuck Barry, you got Rosetta Tharp

And rock n' roll is starting to get some attention but then along comes Elvis

And people are acting like, "Oh my God I've never seen this before"

You've seen it before, but you might not have seen a white person do it to this level

So now, he sells the most records and people are callin' him the king of rock n' roll right?

But, on the flip side of the coin, if I'm a black kid, growin' up in say the 60s, 70s, 80s, whatever right

And I'm lookin' at TV and nobody looks like me and it's very stereotypical and I'm lookin' at fuckin'-

I'm lookin' at toys and everything is white, the fuckin' action figures are all white

The fuckin' superheroes are all white

Like maybe there's one or two black superheroes mixed in there with mostly white

I don't know how I'd grow up and not have a chip on my shoulder

On the other flip side of that coin

We don't get to choose our parents, we don't get to choose what color we're born

It's more about- at that point it becomes "You're born here, you are waht color you are, what nationality you are"

And it's what you do with it, right

To make a difference

To make a difference

To make a-

To make a difference

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

[Royce da 5'9":]

Trick, trick, trick

It's a trick, trick, trick

We've been tricked, it's a trick

Trick, we've been tricked

Tricked into thinking we need that, we need this

Tricked into thinkin' since we rap, we get rich

Trick, trick, my nigga it's a trick

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

Into thinkin' that the art is a pie to be split

My nigga it's a farse, it's a lie, we've been tricked

If you can name a record label guy takin' risks

Then I can name a misdirected guy that's been tricked

Tricked, this is why I don't fuck with them

Only thing they takin' is your publishin'

Watch you make mistakes in the court of public sin

Got you concentratin' on hittin' the club, gettin' spins

Ballin' off of your budget, that's at your expense

Your A&R spendin' five, they deductin' ten

Trick, trick, trick

Trick, we've been tricked

Trick, it's a trick

My nigga it's a trick

Tricked into thinkin' we need them to exist

Tricked into thinkin' that my sister is a bitch

Thinkin' that I can kiss these random bitches on the lips

Thinkin' that my health is not an issue 'til I'm sick

Forever havin' issues with my brother, that's a trick

Because we Crips and Bloods we kill each other, that's a trick

Think that because you do crime that you cannot fall victim

Think you can drink and drive, not end up in car collision

From day one at the hospital they target our children

Say they gonna immunize 'em they somehow get autism

Incriminate myself on records speakin' on my life

Expect to receive blessings out here cheatin' on my wife

Trick, trick, it's a trick

We've been tricked

Trick, trick

My nigga you've been tricked

[KXNG Crooked:]

The owners of the prisons are magicians, that's a trick

Wala, disappearin' in the system, that's a trick

Trick, trick, my nigga we've been tricked

Trick, trick, my nigga that's a trick

The pen is a black magic trap, that's a trick

Pull your rabbit ass out and put you back, that's a trick

Thinkin' it's a right of passage for a black male

Ain't a real nigga 'til you enter that jail

It's a trick, it's a spell

You're bewitches, it's a L

You're bigger than that prison like Mandela in the cell

Made you fall in love with sittin' in a prison room

They swept you under the rug, with the wicked witch's broom

What about your son sittin' in your bitches womb?

Without you he's a thug, prison business just resumes

Trick, trick, my nigga it's a trick

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

Them 360 deals got 'em livin' in your pockets

Now everything you gross is hittin' different than your profits

Thinkin' you the man 'cause you made a million dollars

They wave a magic wand, Uncle Sam fill his wallets

Trick, trick, my nigga you've been tricked

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

Trick, trick, my nigga you've been tricked

Trick, trick, my nigga you've been tricked

Tricked into thinkin' your amendments really matter

The right to bear arms was only made for Grizzly Adams

Trick, trick, my nigga you've been tricked

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

Thinkin' your degree will have everything protected

A ghetto soundin' name, got your resume rejected

And politicians lie, got their clever ways perfected

'Cause puppet masters still control whoever they elected

Trick, trick, my nigga-

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

I never asked-

I didn't know- I didn't know if they injectin' shit in me

Black people don't need no shots for that

But why is that- (They don't), why is that even a rumor that you need shots?

The same way they told you AIDS started in Africa (Right)

You could die from malaria, they told you all that stuff, you know that stuff

Why does that rumor even exist?

'Cause they know the value of black people going back home (Ahh)

Can you just imagine if African Americans in America decided, "You know what man, fuck America, we going back home"

And then every- all the value that we bring here, we took over there?

America wouldn't exist no more

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

Yeah, I ain't ya average rapper residing in Calabasas

Mashin' the Aston through Malagasy in Madagascar

I don't believe in your white Jesus and last suppers

I place value on brothers who never had justice

I am the black savage

Ali and Foreman in Zaire fightin' for black magic

Rifles and flack jackets

Momma was suicidal

Poppa had bad habits

Product of true survival

Rocker like Black Sabbath

Hoppin' up out the Chevy

Pac, Biggie, Machiavelli

OG like Nas or Reggie

Culture like Ox in Belly

Vulgar like Akinyele

Focus like Dr. Sebi

We did it your way but now the culture is boppin' to our Sinatra medley

I'm limitless energy they gimmicks and imagery

Kendrick, Cole and the Kennedys lyrical Holy Trinity

General of the city they into promoting silly beef

Keepin' it Willy D, Weezy on the A Milli beat

Dream Chaser facin' the enemy like my n- Meek

Tyler Perry writing my winning speech like it's Emmy week

Heart of gold never sold my soul Glock weighs a ton

Hov tellin' Lori Harvey no at Roc Nation Brunch

One life to live just don't settle

One life I'ma live forever

Stand for something, fall for nothing, no

Rest in Peace to the dead, that's on my soul

You only die once and then you gone

We thought we'd be fightin' all along

Who don't know the rights from the wrong

Truth comes to the light behind it all

How much more do you want

You wanna send us back to where we came from

'Cause we just savages

Well here's my a- to kiss yeah yeah

I'm made of gold my-

I go back home, I'm a goldmine-

We taking all the land back they stole my-

'Cause what you reap now is what you show my-

Where your soul my-

One life to live just don't settle

One life I'ma live forever

Stand for something, fall for nothing, no

Rest in Peace to the dead, that's on my soul

You only die once and then you gone

We thought we'd be fightin' all along

Who don't know the rights from the wrong

Truth comes to the light behind it all

If I ruled the world

I would go return all the gold that was stole

(I would go return all the gold that was stole)

They tryin' to take soul outta soul

N- say I sold out I never sold out a show

Even though people drove out in droves

Plus a whole lotta hoes I suppose

On the road to success

You gotta pay the toll I was told

I don't hang with pawns I'm Genghis Kahn

Slang with a gang of cons that came with guns

Who speak the language from the ancient ones

Dangerous huh

We shinin', shame the sun

Do I move D or stay in Saint Laurent

Cause y'all fashion week and this ain't Milan

Collusive to your once Ponce De Leon

Make sure the pepper corn sauce on my fillet mignon my n-

One life to live just don't settle

One life I'ma live forever

Stand for something, fall for nothing, no

Rest in Peace to the dead, that's on my soul

You only die once and then you gone

We thought we'd be fightin' all along

Who don't know the rights from the wrong

Truth comes to the light behind it all

My first reaction, raise my hands up along with my antenna

Sinner cause we born sinners

Killas cause we want dinner

Try to warn

Better keep on growin'

Try to stay away from foreign

Better recognize when the devil shows his horns

He enjoying his whores like Donald Goines

There's a difference between yours and Tomeka and Lauren

Young Warren Buffet in his prime you ain't even know it

How she supposed to get thick you just be feedin' her corn

With your corny ass get robbed while she fuckin' on your horny ass

Go to jail tell it all before you ask for your attorney ass

You could never be me

Knew who I was before I got out the trap to sell a CD

I been shoulder to shoulder with gangsta facing LAPD

Felony after felony still they be yelling me free

Now my philosophy is no possession, no apostrophe

Cause ain't no use in being in prison if you don't gotta be

Ironically we dodging crazy crackers with hammers

Just how they used to dodge nigga with braids and bandana

Man it been more mass killin' than it's days in the year

Wonder if fighting for it worth as much as leaving it here

I'm singin'

One life to live just don't settle

One life I'ma live forever

Stand for something, fall for nothing, no

Rest in Peace to the dead, that's on my soul

You only die once and then you gone

We thought we'd be fightin' all along

Who don't know the rights from the wrong

Truth comes to the light behind it all

Truth comes to the light behind it all

Rhinestone Doo Rag lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

Motherfucker, say what?

Yeah

White Jesus taught you heathens cross you niggas just to stone you

Knowledge empowers all you quicker than ignorance disarms you

I hate to see Tee Grizzley going through shit he shouldn't be going through

I hate to see Shady respond to shit he shouldn't respond to

I hate that your Commander In Chief is more demander and thief

And it seems like this boy just can't be impeached

I can't be under the thumb of one who seems to be attracted to his own daughter

Why should we not set up shop?

We black, we are our own barbers

But even a jewel from a fool is still a gem

A dude'll put more energy in killing you than healing him

We went from riding in Yugos to buying sumo statues

When you fall from that level of flying, who gon' catch you?

Pac and Biggie died for you rappers so you don't have to

Martin and Malcolm died for your blackness, pursue your masters

I wore that rhinestone doo-rag so you don't have to

I'ma need you to Google that too

I wore a rhinestone doo-rag, but you don't have to

Next generation, it's on y'all

Motherfucker, say what?

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

Now the moment you've all been waiting for

Yeah, that double barrel need a couple beams

They wanna chip a mind trip and, baby, up my streams

That's how I'm swimmin', hear the hissin' from the serpentine

They tryna rat on my K, got raised to Hell, invade the sales

They want some battles with greats

God fall from his grace, banana clips, them crackers wish that we evolved from the apes

Who done see they homies bleed to death?

The ambulance was runnin' late

The homies had to beat his chest, the pain is in my jungle book

It's crazy, baby, come and look, bandana Baloo

Big drums and sticks, band camp with the crew

Made music infused before I seen the studio

Glock held the stock, 10 shots like a new Malone

You ain't thuggin' 'til your mothers know you doin' wrong

He was a soldier, he can't come home, she kiss him through the phone

But y'all ain't ever do what you rappin'

Yankee fitted, barrel kickin' like it's Snoop in Manhattan, Norf

Hey, young world

[?] fake man

Y'all know the beef from the hood, it'll never

Tell 'em DJ turn it up, turn-turn-turn it up

The bitches, the chains, respect before fame

Those are things that make the young world go 'round

The riches, the game, the Bentley Mulsanne

Type of things that make the young world go 'round

Hey, young world

Hey, young world

Don't you change, for the world (You gotta be you)

Hey, young world

Hey, young world

I saw you change the world

Yeah, that Adderall got you up

Them student loans that you owe got you fucked

Niggas like me still stuck on parole

Niggas like me caught cases and never told

Stick to the code, you cracker men make your own rules

But that's only if you really in the for movement

Got my first check and put some ice on my neck

Dropped ten on my card co-signed by my Bic, yeah

Lyin' with the Crip, yeah, doin' wild shit, yeah

Comin' from the ghetto where this ignorance is bliss, yeah

Gun fire sparked the mind now the mind had changed the world

High fashion got me scorin' big with all the fine girls

It was all a dream, GQ magazines

Hit the Billboard, throwin' up the 2 when the big G

Young world, young world, make way for the new progressive gangster with the curl

Hey young world

[?] fake man

Y'all know the beef from the hood, it'll never

Tell 'em DJ turn it up, turn-turn-turn it up

The bitches, the chains, respect before fame

Those are things that make the young world go 'round

The riches, the game, the Bentley Mulsanne

Type of things that make the young world go 'round

The Carolina Panthers have selected with their number one draft pick, Chauncy Blackburn (Hey, young world)

It is rumored that he brought his mother into a brand new home (Young world)

She'll be paying off the interest for the rest of her life, congratulations (Hey young world)

Recent action says that P.Diddy wants to buy the Carolina Panthers (Don't you change)

Fuck the Panthers, we out of fuckin' panthers

Throwin' Benjamins though we could hardly trust the dancer

The truth should set me free, but somehow I'm stuck with answers

Wish I could give George Zimmerman Karlie Hustle cancer

I made millions off of PRhyme, bruh

No one would front though, like where the fans be lined up?

James Ball was speakin' to street niggas with peace signs up

Straight boss, my pheromones secrete Elon Musk

I've grown to rebuke the Bible, had homies that suicidal

I loaned them until they wronged, me when grown men too entitled

Took my first drink at Dr. Dre home 'cause I was homeless

But nowadays wildin' Roman roamin' should do as I do

I ain't here for the prize or medals

Knowledge of God, or lies of Devils

Knowledge of I, or the eyes of several

Death from the gun at the drummer's expense

Tell Trump don't send a tweet, send a plumber to Flint

Take the sky as your limits

Take the sky as your limits

Same ones that tried to hide your lineage

Young world

Young world, young world, young world

World, world, world, world, world

World, young world-world

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

[Intro:]

(Let my people go)

(Let my people go)

[Ashley Sorrell:]

Oh, first off, free Juan, free Brian, and free Jig

Behind bars, doin' bids, locked up on "he say, she say" shit

Separated from their kids, the system's sick

We guilty before we can prove our innocence

Because it's lucrative

The more bodies in cells, the more they can make sales

To get more sales, it makes no sense

And recklin' the major detention center

Won't give their inmates no heat or medical attention

They lie to the masses and downplay their livin' conditions

But steady, they buildin' more prison cells

And increasin' college tuition, closin' down neighborhood schools

They strip away tools, we're still gon' go teachin' them shit they can use

When it's all said and done

[Ashley Sorrell (Royce da 5'9"):]

Ring, ding, dong

Ring, dickding, ding-ding, dong

The bell is ringin', the clock is tickin'

We need to change the way we livin' and how we thinkin'

Ring, ding, dong (Uh)

Ring, dickding, ding-ding, dong

To our people on high positions

Ain't assistin' bein' a house nigga

How you a public figure only worried 'bout your figure?

Free (That's real spirit, Ash)

Let my people free (Lord, physically, spiritually)

Let my people-

[Royce da 5'9":]

I had a nightmare the other night

That all of my prayers were denied

When you look toward a savage nation for humanity

Which one do you want more, the validation or reality?

Let my people free

Yeah, let my people free

I rap for the night Big L and Big and Pac got killed, uh

I know some street niggas that's real

I know some regular niggas who just as real

Some legends who never popped that steel

Street niggas who rap as ill, real life, they not that ill

Niggas with record deals, real life, they contract kill

Niggas who kill to survive, niggas who kill just to kill

A lot of niggas probably want you to die just 'cause you're dressed to kill (Survive that shit)

Your final day might be the day that you finally made it

Only Gucci we acknowledge around this way is Radric Davis

Only thing fly around this way, hollow tips, I dodge that shit

Gave my nigga three to five for marijuana and legalized that shit

[Ashley Sorrell:]

Ring, ding, dong

Ring, dickding, ding-ding, dong

The bell is ringin', the clock is tickin'

We need to change the way we livin' and how we thinkin'

Uh, ring, ding, dong

Ring, dickding, ding-ding, dong

To our people on high positions

Ain't assistin' bein' a house nigga

How you a public figure only worried 'bout your figure?

Free (Free)

Let my people free

Let my people-

[Royce da 5'9":]

I had a nightmare the other night

That all of my prayers were denied

When you look toward a savage nation for humanity

Which one do you want more, the validation or reality?

Let my people free

Let my people free

Let my people free

Let my people free

My appreciation goes out to

Preachers of Islam, David Banner, Derrick Grace, Mike Eric Dyson

D.L. Hughley, T.I.P., Clarence Avant, Steve Carless, Pharrell

Killer Mike, Jay-Z, Dave Chappelle, Jemele Hill

And a special shout out and thank you to Ice T and Ice Cube

For putting your platform on the line

So we could say whatever we want on our platform

You are appreciated