Royce Da 5'9"

"Black History"

"Black History"


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

"Blow Dat"

"Blow Dat"


[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nottz, let's take 'em back

Yes.. yes.. yes.
Yes.. the Smith 'n, the Wesson
Extended clip in the vest of whoever testin
Rollin to the party with the shottie with the body
Made the lead put the slugs with the hollows in the heads
with the, with the with the with the Mossberg pump
When it thump make the nigga with the heart turn punk
Would ya, would ya would ya would ya please leave me alone
so I can get my Chuck D on
"Yes.. the rhythm, the rebel"
+Public Enemy+ number one with heavy metal
If I don't got the whistle in my Air Nikes
I don't feel right out there livin in my "Surreal Life"
All of you hoes should know I will blow that whistle
Blow a hole in your throwback and throw that pistol
Pimps, pussy and power, police, pitchers, hitters
The streets, religion, ballers, all of 'em getcha getcha if you don't

[Chorus]
Blow dat whistle.. blow dat whistle.
Blow dat whistle.. blow dat whistle.
Blow dat whistle.

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yes - we brothers of the same kind, un-blind
Yes - same mind duckin one-time, same nine
Yes - I aim fine what I bang gettin lain down
with after I give 'em hang time then it's game time
Yes - same gang nigga, young June, young Vishis
You punks better come wit it 'fore we come visit
Blastin them hammers - I ain't no punk
Wanna +Punk+ me? You better bring Ashton and cameras
Heh.. would you blow that whistle?
At a hoe that dissed you, or that clique crew
that you that'll stiff you, like a Kodak picture
Please don't depend on the short arms of the law
Naw, niggaz be goin crazy waitin for they day
But me I know what time it is like Flava Flav, hey
Pimps, pussy and power, police, pitchers and hitters
The streets, religion, ballers, all of 'em getcha getcha if you don't

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yes, niggaz be lookin awfully hard to the car
Bein coughed out while I be Heimlich-ing off
The kind that'll knock the primer off the side of your car
The kind that'll bang the triangle off your garage
When it sound off, y'all'll be talkin to God
Cause y'all are soft inside, you had to be bossin up
So I had to be bossin you down, talkin hard
'til I blow you across the street like a crossing guard
Ha.. I will blow that whistle
Leave your brains all over the ho that's with you
Leave you layin all over the flo' that's with you
Leave your name all over the flow that fits you
This is for you and whoever you sold that shit to
I'm the soldier with the fo'-fo' that hits you
Pimps, pussy and power, police, pitchers and hitters
The streets, religion, ballers, all of 'em getcha getcha if you don't

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
M. (blow dat whistle)
I. (blow dat whistle)
C. (blow dat whistle)
Young Vishis (blow dat whistle)
Young June (blow dat whistle)
My nigga Cash (blow dat whistle)
Nottz raw (blow dat whistle)
My nigga K (blow dat whistle)
Ha.. to my niggaz out West (blow dat whistle)
To my niggaz out East (blow dat whistle)
To my niggaz in the South (blow dat whistle)
To my niggaz up North (blow dat whistle)
To my niggaz in the middle (blow dat whistle)
Yes, I will blow that whistle
Yes, so don't go there with me
Yes, I will blow that whistle
Yes, so don't go there with me
Yes, I will blow that whistle
Yes, so don't go there with me.. [fades out]

"Bombist"

"Bombist"


[Chorus]
Bomb First niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But death is
So you gotta go and get 'em!

Bomb first niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But Death is
So somebody gon' get it!

[Verse 1]
Nigga get in ya car, if he pissin you off
Get him, I don't wanna picture you pausin, cuz
With you from the peddle to the floor
From the shevel to the fo' fo' the devil only showed up for show
Turn this up, turn off your phone
And leave the "you wanna talk peace?" at home
Faces corps or face them in court
If you don't face 'em you gon' pay yo safety is short
I got a babe to work for the courts
I'ma license plate number away from the front of your porch
Or the side of your house, the product of a ride or die is about
I'm the opposite of a lot of mouth It's strange y'all repent
After saying my name I'm about to change it like Prince call me
The skit master, beef with the street trash
The leafs the trees, grass at ya pad, he's mastered
Squeeze faster, instead of beatin his ass
Just let 'em have it and you can be the last one standing

[Chorus]
Bomb First niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But death is
So you gotta go and get 'em!

Bomb first niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But Death is
So somebody gon' get it!

[Verse 2]
At night or in broad day, drive by or sitting in the bushes all day
However you hunt (go get 'em!)
The K the AR, the Pump, the Hand Gun, get it however you want
Park in the front, get out, walk and then dump
Pull off slow leaving no tire marks in the front...go
The go-rilla, know he gon' leave footprints
So he gets his shoes the size a soul bigger
I learned niggaz will turn on you young
Just as the gun misses it hits shit, hence the term killa
Stop lights are not at night it's where you get chopped up
If you stop, nigga maybe the cops might
Surroad through and fast forward his life
Blow noodles on hi sdash board nigga no excuses
I seen plenty survive, weighing 185
In a land where the skinny niggaz die
You gotta

[Chorus]
Bomb First niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But death is
So you gotta go and get 'em!

Bomb first niggaz
You gotta hurt niggaz
Put in work niggaz
God made dirt niggaz
It don't hurt niggaz
Drama ain't certain niggaz
But Death is
So somebody gon' get it!

"Boom"

"Boom"


[ticking]
[Royce Da 5'9]
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
[Hook - 2X]
(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! *explosion*
"God..God-damn!" "..Royce 5'9"
[Hook - 2x]
"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"
[ticking] ..
[explosion] ..
[more ticking]

"C. Delores"

"C. Delores"


[C. Delores Tucker:]
It is obscene, it is obscene, it is obscene
In 1992 the Canadian Supreme Court ruled that it was more important to ban speech that is dehumanizing to women than to protect free speech. Now we see the direct and indirect effects. We see the rise in murder, in abuse, in battles, teen prostitution, and teen suicide. We hear the wailing mothers, the grieving sisters, the tormented brothers and fathers, and children planning their own funeral with pink dresses and pink caskets. If the filth that is portrayed in these gangsta rap videos and art is not obscene then I submit that nothing is obscene

[Royce da 5'9":]
We started off as targets
We had the Congress mad at the whole genre
Tryna get rid of us
Now it's like we not even trying to be good
It's like we just sitting ducks in the eyes of evil
I open windows with hopes that the wind blows [?] blessings
Set my Timbo's next to my dresser with the Nintendo, and yes
The extendo's on the AK 47 and its [?] are invoked
It's time, it's time to move something
I guess we missed our window to try to prove something
Spot a whack producer across the room
Walk up to him, smack his hookah across the moon
Break a platinum plaque over a rapper back
Go and toss that bitch into a dark lagoon
Go into the heart of the art form with a harpoon
They ain't skilled enough to stand the field with us
You gon' have to retire me
It's only like four or five of you rappers who can actually inspire me
I be out here telling the truth
I should sign my autograph with a polygraph
I move in silence
Tryna get to you 'fore you could brace yourself
Cause I'm tryna put yo' ass in a body cask'
Y'all niggas lollygag - not me
This evening I'm with the biggest spenders having the most prestigious dinner
You eating Church's Chicken with suspicious fictitious sinners
I'm a living legend, you a fidget spinner
I'm getting cheddar, they tryna catch up to my past ends
And I'm getting better, tryna catch up and pass Em'
I be blacking out, you could ask them
Everything I spit be sick, gag phlegm
Everything I wear be tailor-made to fit, Giraffe trim
Huh, it seem like everybody out here right now wanna be 'Pac
While I'm zoning, stirring the pot
I'm 'bout to go so motherfucking Lamont Coleman
This 'bout to be disturbing to watch
While I'm out here swerving the drop
Your favorite rapper 'bout to get cleaned up, served in a box
Like laundry detergent, pushing 'round these birds with a mop
Tryna stay in a genius, creative state of mind
Tryna stay sharper than straight sharks in a 'gator pond
Grate her down, all for the greater good and the greater grind
While they denying now, all these heathens be crying 'bout
Taking care of two, three dudes but these people be lying
We keeping it G, we keeping the iron out
They feed negativity, we eating vagina while
Keeping it Zion, we turning the streets of Detroit to a D zoo
Eating while we feed people to lions
The dude did eyeball, with me psycho and schizo
He think that he Luke, he like to lift you and make you skywalk
You don't wanna play with none of his make-believe truth
They'll make the iron speak too
He'll do the R2D2 to your art
Until it's parts of a easel
Threw a piece of your heart in a jar for the people
To dissect at Juilliard
I'm the best at who we are, that's fucking food for thought
Nobody else been thinking like me thus far though
Subpar cerebrals

[C. Delores Tucker:]
For 400 years, profit came before principle. We marched for our right to at Selma, I was there with Dr. King. Music that glorifies and promotes violence with guns, knives, and drugs and that includes all this gangsta rap, that's it. We march again and we're gonna keep on marching

[Royce da 5'9":]
I make your mouthpiece obese like Delores
While I'm flipping pies like Patti LaBelle, Sara Lee
Eating all the bark with Gargamel off of the cherry tree
King of the dark art, all is pale compared to me
Let the hail from the evil word flip hath fury
While hip-hop stay colorful fruity like RiFF RaFF jewelry
I enter into a different intuitiveness on instruments
I just whiplash new beats
You just the next wave to catch a catchy catchphrase
I'm just a neck brace to the next crazy contestant who should step to me, net pay
Tell paparazzi I'm charging sales tax to media
In order to picture these digits, press will have to capture Loch Ness
On the back of a hellcat or capture a meteor
Me, I left from the frying pan like the Devil's last ingredient
While Jesus wept I made boss music flunkies relate to
Better each time I came through like I held back the previous
Look, I'm the real thang
These niggas just here to provide dangerous detail
If any of y'all MCM's is any flyer than me here
These niggas listen to sign language, probably speak Braille
Me, I'm just about to stick my dick in the dirt
Either that or a model, these Ether raps are the Bible
I'm gon' relapse for a bottle or being a [?]
Relax for a throttle
One of the last living rap forefathers who wouldn't ask for a dollar
My style lethal ferocious
Streaming out your club when your single drop
Like a single drop of blood off the beak of a vulture
Uh, I broke my key off in the car door
Just as I was on my way to score a quarter key off [?]
I'm an angel at squalor
My threshold for pain goes farther than a marine who's been ordered to war
So a 3: 45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four
Somebody ask me for change for a dollar
While I spray your ass with four different fours
More layers than 44 [?]
Vocabulary lords sicker than Herbie's recording thesaurus
The Virgin Mary took a morning-after pill the morning before fornicating the Lord
They gave birth to me 44 days later drinking a 40 at the coroner's door
Therefore, this is more than just my dormitory
This is the safe place I come to look Benjamin in the face
So when you gon' end up getting ate? Like four and four
Icicles is made of blood-boiling water alluring gore
I'm here to combine all three Bar Exams for a fourth
While I shoot the shit as deep as [?] though, so it's four to four
While driving a Ford wondering why guys look at me foreign for

[C. Delores Tucker:]
We're beaten with billy clubs and we're bitten with dogs unleashed by [?]. We will not tolerate injustice and insults from our worst enemies then, and we sure ain't gonna accept insults from our youth

"Chips On Pistons"
(feat. Blade Icewood, Ingrid Smalls, Jay Black)

"Chips On Pistons"
(feat. Blade Icewood, Ingrid Smalls, Jay Black)



[intro skit for first 43 seconds]

[Royce Da 5'9" + (Blade)]
Yeah, yeah
When the rubber band pops from the top of them stacks
Mami drop them tops 'fore them dollars go back
in my pocket or the trunk of the black Impala
where the pump just sit for them punks who trip
But besides that, life's good - yeah
This my nigga Blade right here (you could call me Icewood)

[Ingrid Smalls + (Royce)]
Icewood? (Icewood) I could
go home witchu baby if the pipe good

[Royce Da 5'9"]
We get a whole lot of scrilla, fo'-fives is wit us
Whole flight can fill us, Globetrotter nigga
When you see a plus sign in front of like twelve numbers
on your cell that's me calling to tell you
that I ain't at home (yeah)
I'm witnessing the midnight sun in Finland with the big row bone
With six different funds
Coronas, pesos, zeros, the list goes on
We send henchmen to wet ya
In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us
Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off sheed (yeah)
yelling pass the ball to Rip and Billups, mami

[Chorus: Jay Black]
If you got love for me, then do your little dance for me
Turn that ass around, (turn around) and keep doing what you dooooo
If you got a thang for me, then do your thang for me
Turn that ass around, (turn around) cause you've got it coming

[Blade Icewood + (Ingrid)]
Turn that ass 'round, ma you know I'm a clown
Throw a little money 'round, do my dance to the sounds
Worth a whole lotta cash, so you know I got the pound on me
Yeah dance for my homie (damn what's the nigga name?)
Five-Nine (Five-Nine)

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Pimp game got it going from the first line
Chain plenty hang time, yeah

[Blade Icewood]
G-4 plane flying, '05 Range driving
If the deal ain't least ten mil' I ain't signing
Heard she can make it do the "Nolia Clap"
It's Mr. Blade Icewood the new king of rap
I got these shots for you haters (c'mon)
Tell the waiters bring the shots, use the liquor to motivate her
to hop up in the whip, before she leave the lot
Got my dick between her lips; hand between her hips
On some freaky shit, yeah ain't know I did it like that
She thought it was all rap 'til she screaming on her back
Playa, we send henchmen to wet ya
In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us
Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off she
saying pass the bar to rip in buildings, mami

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, we hit makers with acres
We hit Vegas with chips major, we can't just
ball like the usual team, we stay whyling
Up the challenge, fuck it, tear up the palace
Fuck with, nothing but them trucks with, halogen lights
Did bad in his life, them cuts and calluses
In the G-4, in a suit, eating soufflc
In the seat big get your coupe, nigga go play

[Blade Icewood]
Hey come over here!
Well you can have it your way, blow cabbage all day
Ice, everywhere, bought it from all yay
This ain't no spaceship, gave the Rover a facelift
Lift the fifth to my lips while she moving her hips
Yeahhh - side to side, I decide
when the time is right for us to slide
We ain't moving at the mansion yet, the panty's wet
That's how you feel off a pill, why you panicking?
Go away!

[Chorus]

"Chopping Block"
(feat. Slaughterhouse)

"Chopping Block"
(feat. Slaughterhouse)



[Royce Da 5'9":]
Rap niggas back on the chopping block
Come out that house, back to yo mom and yo papa spot
Back to the county, back to three hots in a hostel cot
Come out the colossal rocks back to your fossil watch
My life is foul sometimes I wish I could write this down
To keep your wife from screaming out Jesus Christ she can bite the towel
She receiving pipe from the nicest, my mic is Riker's Isle
My mind deep as minin' for diamonds, I raise MacGyver brow
I'm five minutes from perfect timing I'm like the price is down
A highroller, Cairo'ed like I'm Chyna and Tyga child
Mighta fucked one of you silver medalists wifey but
I can't fight you cause, you might adjust my Midas touch
I can't believe I just sat back and told that lie
I put this Tec back and give you a gold black eye, blaow
If I give a nigga a shiner consider the shit designer
I slaughter militant rhymers, hold up
My nigga Nottz on the beat
Somethin' sneakerheads usually leave in the box on the feet, hold up
That's right, rappers back on the chopping block
Either fact is a Papa Doc's, back to your proper spot
We are not friends, we just connected dot to dot
Stomp you till you feel like you living in Waka Flocka's sock
I could box, that's why niggas opt to not
Money wide in my pocket mocking that awesome rock [?]
I philosophize, social stylist, them shits so timeless
This should be fossilized
Y'all just lie, y'all just falsify, y'all should be ostracized
Y'all should not be allowed to run alongside my whip with the ostrich eye
Come out your house without your pride
A coward dies a thousand deaths, tells a thousand lies
You see them lames? Tell 'em that I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you and your bodyguard looking like lasagna and cottage fries
Retire or apologize, or die, you looking right in the fire
Tryna be hot as me or tryna see eye to eye
Obviously, honesty's not your policy

[Joell Ortiz:]
I'm two seconds from smacking somebody face hard as hell
And I know that he listening
But the way shorty neck is positioning
While she spitting in the hole of my dick
Makes that other pussy not worth it
I put my foot in yo' ass with all my old verses
Its like my sole purpose is giving my soul's purpose
I don't start but I finish you with a earth nap
E'rbody I turned into ashes, believe they earned that
Skip rap, let's talk real people
To this day I die laughing with niggas who really kill people
Mask, gloves, and empties that would conceal diesel
Black snub that empty until they seal-freeze you
Dice game with the re-up
In lobbies where they never mopped the pee up
Turn that M.O.P. up
Every night mom's praying that they ain't mopping me up
I'm up top getting mop from Mia, mama mia
Now as far as the bars varying, I'm barbarian
He-Man, Hanna-Barbera action figure
Arms stiffer than Shawn Marion when he ball-carrying
Oh man, we in slaughter mode, Paul Rosenberg, pallbearers and Em
Who'd be left if the social media era died?
Shit, I blew checks before I was verified
I know the Dre that did beef before the Dre that did beats
Bloggers'll beat on my meat if Detox leak

[KXNG CROOKED:]
Rap niggas back on the chopping block
Kill 'em before they body rot
I use they bodyparts to paint a Basquiat
Really I'm saving you, your label's raping you
Transforming your anus like an Autobot
Assfucking a Cosmonaut
You prolly like it but keeping it lowkey, bottom lock
You hit rock bottom and go get your bottom rocked
I'm just tryna stop you like my father was tryna stop me
Then his condom popped
Crooked was born to defeat the odds a lot
I really don't understand why these imposters are popular
I'm confused like seeing my Jewish homie rocking a swastika
During Hanukkah 'stead of rocking his Yamaka
While Stevie Wonder gawking at Rihanna's exotic, erotic body through the wrong side of some top dollar binoculars
It's obvious, somebody gotta be mocking us
None given, I'm out of fucks, uh
I been on another level since I came into the industry
Still the illest spitting, getting rid of powder puffs
You coward are out of luck, you Howards know how to duck
40 caliber loud as fuck, for now it's tucked
What? Rap niggas back on the chopping block
Give this bitch the biz, Markie, I beatbox a lot
She just want a confidant, her man want a problem? Stop
His days'll be numbered like a calendar, that's the caveat
Any given Thursday you gon' get with the church play
Holy organs, I mean it in the worst way
With the llama I'm a farmer, I'm outstanding in my field
My skill is a dead giveaway if you will, now that's wordplay
I'm from the era of gang culture and crack smoke
I rap dope 'cause that was an escape for poor black folk
2Pac told us all America eats is babies
Since I been in a Mercedes my ladies relate to that quote
Upset, veins popping out of her neck, she give me mad throat
She a head doctor minus the lab coat
And when it come to being an incredible spitter, my nigga
I'm Eminem's negative picture, black GOAT
I'm nice, cause

[Joe Budden:]
Yeah, rap niggas back on the chopping block
Same goal when niggas was bumping Scott LaRock
Same goal though niggas swear you shocking, jock
Screaming "What's popping Ak'?" Red bean, cocking shots
With that said, no proceeding, gimme lethal
And it could be onsight before a nigga even see you
That's ride by, dash off and we laugh
I changed up for the future, my mask was off in the past
I heard your album, all sound like filler to me
That's why I'm asking how they iller than me?
It's getting hot, you can feel the degrees
I been as real as could be
Different me, same song, Bryson Tiller agrees
Who you know is an uncharted team parted with lean
And hit parks and bargain a dream and step to the Carter regime
And wash Carhartt jeans, hard as it seem
Was all part of going bored to some bars to barking
Beg for your pardoning, your bothersome bar schemes
Matter fact, who the fuck you know is harder than him?
Say the gang broke up, shit, it wasn't the gang
Fuck a verse, when it's family it just run in your veins
Joey

"Count For Nothing"

"Count For Nothing"


[Intro: Royce]
{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all been frontin
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm the king of the backpackers
This T-bone contact to any wack rapper
It's biometric how I wet ya
My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless
BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop
In the same booth the federales tryin to run through
Like, like {"three-four"} we raw
Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw
I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump
You could name whoever you want
Wayne... Yay... Jay
Hahaha, I'm just playin wit 'em...
I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip
You take me serious then I might trip
About {"seven-eight"} niggaz and die
Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride
I'm the right-on truth
And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew
Joey... Crooked... Ortiz
Slaughterhouse!

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all been frontin (uh-huh)
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin
Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like
Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin

[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Woo!) I'm what choice is to option
Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing
(Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes, it's a couple dope dealers
somewhere that got rich livin the shit that I spit (me!)
I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate
I know every point what I count like a Q&A
It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box
Since it's Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me Fire Crotch
I'm seein clear like a MyBot
I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot
I spit fire like Izod, why not
Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mock
And y'all cryin like babies over the net
I should call you niggaz Lady Gaga
I call, "You and Em need to get together
Y'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!"
If I die I'ma leave heat
I'ma leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat
Don't try to ban the drummer
He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Ahh) I put the gun to lames
Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game
Five shots on my block
is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops
With both eyes I see you got no sides
Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties
... All you stand
Grab a bitch ass like "Aye," call me OJ Da Juiceman
... I get away with murder
That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger
I'm tryin to shake it like a Polaroid
They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy
I said

[Chorus]

"De-Elite"

"De-Elite"


[Royce Da 5'9"]
Once again relax, it's just music.
Niggaz right here, show you how I do
Niggaz right here, show you my crew
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

Fuck a team like you who swing like you
We block shots in the ring lightning
Rock hot rocks kill, get the cream still
Blasphemous mind ill steal rhyme skill
Nas couldn't rhyme for this, Nickel-Nine will
I go through, cool out, blow a whole crew
Cool out bro, out-glow a whole jewel
We bout to blow up, got your nose up
You could catch a blocka-blocka try to stop or hold us
And your block a whole bust, live news
Ride through with one girl and five dudes
Best crew in the D, niggaz best move
All you niggaz gun sleep and your vest used
Niggaz bluffin, bore me, nothin for me
The only overlord me, only glory, you reach!
Wake up and smell the aroma nigga you sleep
The contract is out on The King, nigga you breach
D-Elite - Jah, Cut Throat
Billy Nix, Little, Nickle, Cha, upmost
Respect dawgs, expect your neck cut rope
The barrel of the Swiss, whole tec up close
If the block was any hotter I could start a cult
I was trouble the minute my momma's water broke
You never see the weak destroy me, I'm focused
I was raised by a postal employee, need I say more? [echoes]

State ya name gangsta!

[Tre' Little]
Tre' Little don status hold my dick
Say ya label push the date back now that's what you get
I came in this game like it's more than rap
Dog, I'm tryin' to destroy the salary cap
The Source is happy we came six covers its covered
That'll last about May, June well into the summer
Why talk about different colors for various coupes
Shit green fart Blue, oooh clever you
Help me ma' I'll take a shot at any one of y'all
Got mami droppin' draws before the first phone call
We some gangstas study the ten crack commandments
Stay big worship Hail Mary that's how we live
Lay low good guys catch you with a hook I, know why you lie
Ya crew aint quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these labels like ooh my

State ya name gangsta!

[Cha Cha]
Its the C-H-A, say it wit me niggas Cha Cha Cha
Y'all Cha Cha Cha
You cannot lie or deny these niggas aint rah rah
Put the barrel on the bridge of your nose and turn you cock-eyed
Steppin to us not wise, told you how to get live
Go in depth best with the finger next to the index
Such threats expect five guys, five techs
Make they gats all sing in unison like a quintet
They don't say whodi, son, dun, or youngn
You can owe em and say hi and they greet you like "Hey Guy"
What up though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat
My brethrens all veterans all throwin up sevens
When we rock hits to the sky throw em up to the heavens
Us and crews clash no more we built it from poor
Me and Royce hit and restore what we were buildin before
So add a million sold or more when I get at you whores

State ya name gangsta!

[Cut Throat]
Cut Throat the living threat street shit to blueprint
The guideline rappers sideline until they bow down
Them little guns y'all blow I stay on the low
Rap like this and work the scale like "So"
Take it to the gutter we could duke or shoot it out
Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood we could bang for the work
For the building or the blocks do the thang to the dirt
I'ma FUCK-in fool crews DUCK and move
Stay in a FUCKED up mood one FUCKED up dude
When its hot I, breathe in the heat don't even sleep
I be knee deep in the beats that made me
Certified gangsta specialize in Duct Tape
Let you know how many fo' five slugs ya gut take
Show ya favorite thug how to be a thug, top that (NIGGA!)
Turn ya favorite drug into another drug, cop that (NIGGA!)

State ya name gangsta!

[Jah 5'9]
Jah da 5'9 speak and shake rhyme great history made
The street gangsta city flow race against time
Never sign for cash my hustles the shit
You feel the breeze push past you get a grip
Millennium game, earth tone keep it in range
Close to the grey I rock fake niggas shouldn't doubt us
Surrounded by crooks, full clips and fine weed
Choice clothes my mind blocked seein fine foes
Long nights bust those in small Christ
Niggaz playin themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me I'm like ten families strong
Manipulation by song relate to it niggas
Henny on the rocks toast to the real in God we trust
Calm gladiator song navigator
Them whole blocks gotta story tell
All of a sudden seasons change, your welcome

State ya name gangsta!

[Billie Nix]
Billie Nix black man is here listen close
Spittin just to niggas, X address the niggas
Most niggas don't see right see light like its darkness
No guns in sight no might for the heartless
We run ya mics you write like you retarded
No offense but ya flow is slow and dense
I know my niggas hearin the D ya smellin this
You smoke that what you wrote while broke, yellin rich
Didn't know you shoulda spoke while broke sayin poor
Then biggie up kick in the door play it some more
This is the evolution of emcee who dissin us?
Gettin Rah stick up nigga hand me ya listeners
Get a job we here D-Elite touch it
Matter fact, niggas is wack, wall street fuck it
X government agent remember yo name
Remember yo game you niggas wont be spittin the same, motha fucka

State ya name, gangsta!

My God!