Album Name

Rock City

Artist

Royce Da 5'9"

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2003.01.23

Release Agency

Sony Music

Uhh boom
Tick tick tick yeah 5'9 uhh
Yo
I'm the verbal-spit
Smith Wesson
I unload with sick spit the quick
wick could split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You here a tick tick then you testin
My saliva and spit can split
thread into fiber and bits
So trust me I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claimin they the best
and head the throne
Since B.I.G is gone
if you ask me
they Dead Wrong
My flow is hotter than
the flash from the click
When the hammer slaps
the bullet on the ass
from the clip
You wind up in a room
full of my dawgs
I'll have you feeling like a fire
hydrant in a room full of dogs
So come come now
get pissed on shitted on
Tough talk turns to
Can't we all just get along
You get blazed
when the mic's off
shot when it's on
You probably ducked
when they laid the gun
shot in your song
My gun strrr-utters
when it speaks to you
Utter shit to repeat to you
Nothing the clip
then give a speech to you
Me and Premier
we kind of the same in ways
We both speak with our hands
in dangerous ways
Rap now is a circus of clowns
A whole lot of lip from cliques
I'd probably rap circles around
I'm the next best to reach
a peak formerly known
as the best keep secret
I guess that I just leaked it
Boom
Somebody better duck or
RUN
Somebody better
Watch out cuz he's bout
to blow up
Boom boom bam
God-damn Royce 5'9
Boom
Somebody better duck or
RUN
Somebody better
Watch out cuz he's bout
to blow up
Boom boom bam
God-damn Royce 5'9
I'm a motherfuckin star
I don't battle no mo'
I provide the the gun
clappin around of applause
after ya show
We can go toe to toe
cuz they calling you hot
Steppin around
all ya punches like
That's all you got
Everyday I'm meetin
somebody and all of they peeps
Quick to shake a nigga's hand
and show me all of they teeth
And these bitches
I be pattin they asses
They be all dumb
and googly-eyed lookin at me
battin they lashes
Rappers think Detroit
niggaz not as down as them
Or since I'm down
with Slim that I sound like him
Quick to judge me and tell me
that my hook might sell
And say faggot shit to me
like I look like L
My advice quit talking it's over
I was knockin niggaz out
when you was knockin
sticks offa they shoulders
I got dirt done in my past
I know y'all sweat
I got regrets older than some
of you so called vets
Niggaz say I found
God with the flow
Bring the police to the studio
and bring the bomb
squad to the show
Ain't a nigga touching mines
When you listen
to my shit - you don't chew
you don't breathe
you'll miss a fucking line
Every time I spit
I tick to show you it's hot
Leave me in the deck too long
I blow up your box
Boom
God God-damn Royce 5'9
Boom
Somebody better duck or
RUN
Somebody better
Watch out cuz he's bout
to blow up
Boom boom bam
God-damn Royce 5'9
Boom
Somebody better duck or
RUN
Somebody better
Watch out cuz he's bout
to blow up
Boom boom bam
God-damn Royce 5'9
Boom boom bam
God-damn Royce 5'9
Boom boom bam
God-damn Royce 5'9
Boom boom bam
G God-damn Royce 5'9