Royce Da 5'9"

[fox69]

"On The Run"

"On The Run"


[Chorus: Sample]
Looking out my window from my mind's blown hotel room
I remember that cold, cold rainy night
Looking out my window

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Feeling all alone on the run
I'm still holding onto my gun
Body on it from the previous evening
I found out I'm wanted
Nigga's snitching is what the media screaming
I turn the channel on the TV, the first 48 on
Man, it ain't a loyal nigga on this TV nowhere
I cut the power off, disgusted
I'm contemplating taking a shower to take all the gunpowder off
But what if they bust in, busting
The nigga at the front desk act like he don't recognize me but shit
There's a reward for me, that nigga there hustling
I can't trust him I got to keep my eye on that window
Thinking about my kin folk, wife and babies
I can't talk to them, life is crazy
Whoever thought it would come to this over rap nonsense
Rap from the comfort of being attacked by my conscience

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I think I'm a write a letter to my children

In case I don't make it
I'm up against time but I won't face it
I'm thinking about my life what it is now
And how one slug can change what it once was
I'm accepting the fact that I did that
I just want my wife back, I just want my kids back
I just want my niggas that don't snitch back
Cuz real niggas know real niggas ain't with that
But what's the use of me being real, I'm fucked now
I'm seeing sirens out the window thinking what now
Damn, am I to do?
Cuz now that shit hit the fan I suddenly ran out of crew
But fuck it, I'm in the shit, I'm a end the shit
No way for me to benefit though I'm innocent
I hear a knock on the door like let's finish this

[Police storm room]

[Royce Da 5'9" talking]
This life is about honor, respect but more importantly this life is about choices
You make them and whether they turn out to be good ones
or bad ones you live with them. You die with them

Let's go back to how it all started

 

[fox69]

"Paranoia"
(feat. LA the Darkman)

"Paranoia"
(feat. LA the Darkman)



Call it Paranoia. Yea
Every day is war. Every day, niggaz is gon' hate
Gotta move

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm a walking target
I'm so far from soft, I'm probably close to the hardest
nigga you ever saw, been never thug, never had a problem
And the shit he never starts, sickest artist there ever was
Nigga found dead in his house, don't know who did it
Yea, you bet it was me, niggaz die at the pavement
I'm wavin a nine out of the window and blazin
Is your house shakin
who's inside nigga, it's funeral time nigga
They die from straight hits, pride wasted
Cry your face, I ain't your suit and your tie
Now look what you made us
Look at the witnesses, all of them look shakin
And alls they seen was the back of a green car with the plate flipped
Look at the news, I did it without puttin a hit out own
You homies in chrome, watch that nigga

[Chorus: Royce]
I got my back, because it's my gat
And my mouth that *Started the War*
Lookin around me, got a gun on my lap
while I'm drivin, taking the back routs *Home*
If your headlights is in my rearview
For longer than three lights, and I don't know you
I'ma pull over, And I might shoot you
You should go around me, and don't look at me
'Till after you pass me, cuz I might blast you nigga *I'm at war*
I'm Paranoid, always on point
Always holding nigga, always sober. Call it paranoia

[LA the Darkman]
In your bushes, on the side of your house
Waitin to smoke you when come in from hangin out
Friday night, perfect, I timed it just right
I know you at the club cuz your car is nowhere in sight
I'm like the DC sniper, Mr. Malvo
Strategically precise when I squeeze the cali-co
You look like a asshole, full of shit
Niggaz sure to get hit, when my fo-fo spit
Black shirt, black jeans, black boots, black whip
Black mask, paif of black leather gloves for my grip
I don't need no print, a killer with a plan
Makin sure I dont get, gunpowder on my hands
All drama I'ma end it, murder game splended
Leavin all crews for the fucker in forensics
I got, two dependants, I gotta make it home
Clean get-away, two bullets through your dome
Is locked nigga.

[Chorus - La the Darkman]

[Royce Da 5'9" - spoken word]
And that's just how the story goes y'all
Any nigga where I'm from already knows
Funny, my homie cuz said niggaz gon' bring you a bowl of soup when you sick
But if you die, then gonna love you later
Think you a fuckin statue or some shit
God bless these streets, God bless these streets right now
I'ma just be doing my thing so maybe, you know, I could show you how
Don't come lookin for trouble, cuz you just might find it
Don't stand too close to me, I'm always on point, never blinded

 

[fox69]

"Part Of Me"

"Part Of Me"


[Intro: Royce - whispering]
You took a part of me with you
You took a part of me with you
Uhh, you took a part of me with you
Ahh, ahh

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Last night we had a one night stand
But when I woke up in the mornin I missed you
You see, all I'm sayin is can I see you again?
Cause when you left you took a part of me with you
A part of me with you

[Royce Da 5'9"]
It's like it's a, urban legend, his mistake
Her confession; how 'bout it for a first impression
How 'bout it, with the Birkin lookin perfectly measured
Lookin certain as ever like she got her purpose together or whatever
Him, he was like a typical thug
Hat and glasses, he had to bag the baddest bitch at the club
He had a, way with his words, a certain - how should I put it?
"Je ne sais quoi" is how the French bitches would mention him
Never known for lovin them all, havin them drivin his cars
Havin them in the mall on his budget ballin
Him tryin to call her is the part of the issue
He said that when she left she took a part of him with her
He ain't a stranger to the one night stand
If you lovin them you's a sucker - that's the one night sayin
But why give him the wrong number and fuck him later on girls?
That's all I'm sayin; let me tell you how they meant
He approached her with the usual swagger
"How you doin?" Blahzay-blee-blah-blah-blah, the usual blabber
Now that the, ice is broken it's time to get linked
He asked her if he could buy her a drink - she nodded to him and said
"I don't really drink but thank you for the offer (aight)
Let me buy you one and we can finish talkin (let's do that then)
How 'bout some Patron, and have him fill the cup up
(Aiyyo bartender, can you fill that up?)
And when you finish up we can get into somethin" (where we goin?)
He like it's, easy as pie, you see it in his eyes
He tryin to turn her out tonight and leave her where she lies
Tell his friend he hung her out to dry
Another bitch taps him on the shoulder and he turns around surprised
She said, "How you doin? I think I know you from somewhere (I don't think so)
Yes I do, don't you drive that Mercedes out there? (yeah that's me)
You was drivin by me one day I was walkin (word?)
You pulled over to me and we started talkin" (oh okay)
While they talkin Shorty 1 grabbed somethin out her Birkin
Tossed it in his drink and watched it sink to the surface
Shorty number 2 kept talkin like she was tryin to stall him
Long enough for that thing to dissolve in
1 gives a signal, 2 says "Who's this?"
He's like, "Sorry I'm rude" then introduces
1 to 2 - they start hittin it off
just like he wants them to, it's wonderful
He thinkin, she's a skeezer, she's just easy
They both probably bi, so they should lead to a threesome
They both probably high cause neither one of 'em drinkin
They both keep gigglin so you know what he thinkin
He swallows his Patron shot, sets the cup on top
the bar, like we gon' fuckin party, don't stop
1 cues 2 then, says "Where yo' ride at?"
He says "Hey, I let valet decide that"
They laughed, they leave, he says "Mami drive that
I'm tired or I'm high, I just wanna lie back"
They get to the hotel, they get on the elevator
He ain't feelin so well like "Fuck it, I'll get better later"
They get in the room and start takin off they clothes
Dude steppin out his shoes while he checkin out the hoes
He's sick so he sits, 1 says "Lay down"
2 says, "I'll take off his clothes, okay now?"
He loses consciousness, he dreams of number 2 ridin him
Slidin up and down with no condom
Number 1 suckin on his dick usin both hands
Both hoes dressed like nurses, I guess they role playin
He comes to as the rooms circle and comes to a stop
He not certain or not is he still dreamin (where the fuck am I?)
He feels numb so he looks down and sees
that he's layin in a tub, full of ice from his knees
to his waist, in a bathroom with grief on his face
He feelin like he too weak to move so he waits
He feel around and notices a piece of paper stickin to the tub
from his bitches and it's written in his blood (WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?)
He panics, he screams, oh God, what's happenin?
More readin, less prayin, no time for rationin
The letter reads "Never ask for shit
Cause you can get more than you ask for, we have yo' DICK!" (AHHHHH!)
The letter reads "Never ask for shit
Cause you can get more than you ask for, we have yo' dick!"

(Bitches! [sobbing])
You took a part of me with you (my DICK!)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Politics"
(feat. Cee-Lo)

"Politics"
(feat. Cee-Lo)



[Chorus: Cee-Lo, Royce the 5'9"]
Give me a mountain. Give me a sea
Put your mind on wonderland, be what you want to be. Wooow
It's Politics. Ha my nigga
Politics. Ha my nigga
Politics. Ha my nigga
Politics. Ha my nigga
Politics. Ha my nigga
Politics. Ha my nigga
Politics. Ha my nigga
Politics. Ha my nigga

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Seven years and countin, I've been accounting
For unaccountable rap problems
'Cause accountant countin his rap dollars
The ice watch on the sleeve of the white collar
Leanin like the Pisa towser, he's in power
Standing on top of the black bottom
You should pack up now that the dirty glove is with me
Take your hat off inside of the mitten when you spittin
'Cause you can get it for sure
Your whole rap clapped up out you
If I don't get you back up
Got you in a morgue sittin stiff in the drawer
Niggaz I can't be caught, I can't be bought
They call me the anti-core, anti-talk
Anti, when it comes to gettin the kind of hugs
That come from a fake thug
That show me a sign of love
Who am I to judge but you would not out of love
Walk up if I was washed up like a Tsunami flood
I ain't trying to bug
But that's why you got to shove
Come on..

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Excuse me while I school them on how to pay these dues
Tell whoever jealous and want to slay me, cool
The whole game got the old bland of Mercedes blues
Everybody wanna fill Jay-Z shoes
I call it the Ferrari sniffs, the Phantom flu
'Cause y'all sick, what already exists, can't be you
I told y'all niggaz in oh-two that I can't be touched
Yo bitch call me sugar dick with the candy nuts
But ain't shit sweet, don't get it twisted
I'll beat yo ass, I don't need wine, I don't need cash
I'll stick a sock in any nigga mouth in any market
If he talkin, he a target, walk in his apartment
While he drinkin, spark him 'til he leakin, coughin Remy Martin
'Cause if I flip my lid, you'd have to toss him in the garbage
Is nothin to toughen you out, fuck is you frontin about
We cuttin you in, I'm cuttin you out

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Royce five nine is a prophet, in every sense of the word
Superb finisher, administer words like ministers
The tall tales of the low sales of a poet
Centuries rolled up in the pen that he holds up
He holds it to holy grail, when he saw the soul
he was since told his flows, the Davinci code decoded
Since chosen, he prays harder
But everytime he spot a rival revolvers inside
His bible like, Gregory Heins with the rage of Harlem
Po-po's harder, team free-on, we so cold
Red like beam be on sight, we got weed neon green
We got a one yay, Celine Deion white, green
Your last breath, you about five heartbeats away from death
'Cause you the leon type, so muahh
Make you rest in peace
No more records bein sold, less is me
Five nine, unsigned

[Chorus]

[Spoken Word - Royce]
Yeahh, Royce Da 5'9", my nigga Nottz
This is a M.I.C and teams with collaboration
Ladies and gentleman, I would like to introduce to you, Cee-Lo Green. Let's go

[Royce and Cee-Lo]
Give me a mountain. (Dream my nigga). Give me a sea
(All my niggaz dealin with the politics). Put your mind on wonderland
(I smell you my nigga). Be what you want to be. (Dream my nigga)

It's politics my nigga. [repeat 8X]

 

[fox69]

"Pray"

"Pray"


[Intro:]
(Let us pray)
Dear Heavenly Father, thank You for watching over us today. I pray for the sick and [?] and for those who have lost loved ones. Lord, I pray for the homeless. Lord, I pray for our soldiers and their families. I pray for everyone here today...

[Verse 1:]
God taketh away, and God giveth
The clock's tickin' away as the plot thickens today
Cause I'm sippin' hard liquor
We couldn't suffer the same amount of losses
Cause my supply's bigger
Don't associate me with nothin' but that dopest child star shit
That Lindsey Lo', that Todd Bridges
Hit your block with a tickin' bomb that'll
Leave the competition in hospital
I'm the product of foolish pride
I'm a speeding bullet who responds to the pull of God's trigger
Jumpin' out the barrel, like "Excuse me, Nas. Move aside, Jigga"
I'm hard as proving ground bricks
Groundbreaking each time I spit words and they hit the street
You don't like the game, you can google my dick, bitch

[Hook:]
And that goes to everybody
I pray for foes, I pray for hoes
I pray for everybody
But you can pray for them
If you gon' pray for somebody, pray for them

[Verse 2:]
Don't pray for me, pray for Paris
Pray for Nigeria, pray for peace
Pray for your marriage
Pray your horse don't sway far away from your carriage
Why you put all your eggs in one basket?
Blowin' dumb cash on Wraiths and karats
Your daughter ain't an heiress, I hope she's taken care of
More importantly, I hope this gun in your face don't end up in your mouth
I'll make you taste the terror of the kickback of this gat that could break the barrel
More court cases, hate betrayal
If I approach thee, boy, please take me serious
Cause if I say that I shall, I shall proceed
I don't cry wolf cause I don't enjoy wasting tears any more than I enjoy wasting shells
I looked at the state of my health and asked the reverend 'bout it
I didn't just pray for myself, I prayed for everybody

[Hook:]
But you can pray for them
They need you more than me, pray for them
Pray for everybody

[Bridge:]
Look around, look around, look around, look around
Pray for everybody, tell me exactly what you're seeing
I'm seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges
It's like they're all targets, pray for them
Pray for everybody

[Verse 3:]
Live from the gutter, my father's a [?]
The block is my mother, 2Pac got it on lock in my suburb
I got dope double-wrapped up in bubble wrap on top of my cupboard
Old ladies watching from shutters
Tellin' all the children keep watching out for us
Bad influences, we the gumbo that you see inside the pot
Swimming 'round in all the saddest, truer shit
Attic in the coolest whip
Riding 'round my city lookin' for the baddest newest bitch
Hammer in my stash, feeling too legit
90 on the dash, slammin' on the gas
Passenger mad, saying that the break pedal do exist
I'm saying "I'm late man, I got school to skip"
Introduce me to your chick, I turn this shit to a Skip to My Lou assist
I don't talk too much shit, I discuss shit by throwing hands
I'm a sucker for hoes in yoga pants
Tell my queen I'm in this shit, like kissing and holding hands
I keep my flings on the other end of a string with swollen glass
I'm a player, I've been to every hotel and every lobby
Every time I pray, I send up a prayer for everybody

[Hook:]
Don't pray for me, nigga
Pray for them
You gon' pray for somebody?
Pray for them

[Verse 4:]
Don't pray for me, pray for respect
Pray to get something different from rich and away from your debt
Nigga, I'm straight to cassette
Y'all digital, y'all about as physical as finger under some balls, coughin' while taking a test
Too many artists get mistaken with best
Cause they on the charts, you sleepin' on me, I'll come and wake you to death
While I pray against all the violence and shootin'
ISIS got Obama sittin' down with Vladimir Putin
A saw a child online ask his father "Why did they do this?"
His father then replied to him, "We gotta fight 'em with flowers growing out the ground"
I look at violence the same way I look at slavery
It's never ending in light of abolishment
These are my finest hours, then
I pray for everybody

[Bridge:]
Look around, look around, look around, look around
Pray for everybody, tell me exactly what you're seeing
I'm seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges
It's like they're all targets, pray for them

[Outro:]
(Let us pray)
Lord, please keep Your arms around us, and protect us from danger. In Your son Jesus' name, amen. (Amen!)

 

[fox69]

"Psycho"

"Psycho"


Uh, yeah
I call my cannon poppa, I'm the shit, smell me?
You can't mask it, it's not the phantom of the opera
The cannibal of rap, knock you out on camera
Turn around and play it back on "When Animals Attack"
I'm a psycho, like no other I am martial
Bitch picked up my shot and drank it so I fuckin shot the bitch
I'm controlling lots of shit, I can go from rock n roll to opposite
Hip-hoppin shit, never miss like Stojakovic
Pop up on you, pop you quick, run your pockets, pocket it
Killin what I'm not feelin, triggers strum like a violin
Entire man, tell the buyer welcome to my environment
I'm violent, my rhyme is on fire like dying firemen
Thirty-two year old pioneer, I'll leave you lying if you using ironware
You niggas pink, I am rare, where they serving up the drinks, I am there
Take the cops to water SWATs will show up like somebody saw a fly in here
Anything moving, I want in, unless it's the skinny jean movement, I want out
I don't need nobody else to ride for me, I roll out
Before I shoot you say "remember me, you went and forgot about"
(BOOM BOOM BOOM)
I got a pocket full of stones, my niggas will be on your head
For some money as they in the prostituting zone
I won't let the bully off, beef with me is like a lock connected to a bra,
You'll be naked, can't pull it off!
Imagine murdering your record company for merging
With who gave you a deal 'cause you ain't deserving
I'm not a rapist bitch, I'm just a pervert
Crazy dude with a dick full of baby food, now switch to Gerber
The richest murder, get it and put your gun away
I'll rip a Pacquiao in the spring, sell it through the summer
You can call me money-made, your money funny, run away
Take the Kaye, off a Faye, leave a nigga Dunaway
Get it? I'll go ballistic on your spirit
That chopper, look like somebody put some scissors to your fitted
I been with this from the beginning, if you vision
Or picture me killing witnesses, if I'm the defendant, I was offended
I rap a lot but I'm not independent
Drink alcohol a lot, knowing my only real problem is spending
Them metaphors and them similes is career ending
Your melon soaring to infinity is what I intended
Don't get in trouble, you get me pissed and my fist will hit ya
You hearing birds and seeing doubles like picture in picture
You hearing rumbles, you heard me say I was sicker, sicker
I'm gonna go get the papers, get the papers
Your bitch sucked my johnny two times, polished me like a hella shoeshine
Get your shine box, Ryan gotta go tear a coupon
I fit the description of a killer with a ridiculous dick
Why is your bitch so mentally into me? Shit!
But she can list me with her sensitive intimate-ship
All I do is poke holes, like I be fencing with chicks
A pitch black attitude, before I meet you I'm
Naturally mad at you, you'll have to be that and the gratitude
You like living life? Then kiss my ass til' you're cool
I'm hot, like your gun will be after you pass me the tool
Don't have to be rapping at your talent show at your school
I had a full capacity of my faculty clapping at you
We're actually getting your rap group a casket or two
Never did a movie 'cause I'm too busy acting a FOOL!

 

[fox69]

"Psycho Skit"

"Psycho Skit"


[unknown female]
These personalities have different styles of firing a gun
[several gunshots are heard]

[two men have a conversation]
-What is your function, in the system?
-My function?
-Yeah
-I act as the... observer, the scout
-How do you help John?
-Excuse me?
-How do you work with John, how do you help John?
-I give him the information he needs from time to time
-Information that uhh, he's overlooked or has not noticed

 

[fox69]

"Quiet"
(feat. Tiara & Mr. Porter)

"Quiet"
(feat. Tiara & Mr. Porter)



[Intro/Ad-Lib - Mr. Porter:]
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

[Pre-Hook - Mr. Porter:]
See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say
I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet

[Hook - Royce (Mr. Porter):]
That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)

[Verse 1 - Royce:]
Hold up, shhh, keep your mouth shut
Them street sweepers will come through and clean your house up
Us Detroit niggas call that yellow-taping the scene
My south niggas call it chopped up, you know
We put money on it when it's real, they call me mr. fifty a head
I'm sending ten niggas to kill ya at ten until
Every man got an expiration date and a price
All my revolvers got the spinnin' wheel
I make the Lord you pray to appear tonight like Vanna White
Them racketeering chargers startin' to look like a tennis deal
I caught it, got it in my backyard guarding the weed and lookin' like some spinnish spiel, but still I'm dealin' raw
From selling to buying weed, actually I'm stealin' all
I'm the last of a dying breed that I'm out here killing off
Four of my closest friends don't know their papas so I pull out rows of dollars to show 'em these real forefathers peelin' off
Get money

[Pre-Hook - Mr. Porter:]
See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say
I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet

[Hook - Royce (Mr. Porter):]
That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)

[Verse 2 - Tiara:]
Shhh, I should have been born deaf mute
Talkin' get you stripped naked
Shootin' at your feet, dancin', till chip and dale's at your rescue
If there's a wrinkle [?] oppress you
Look, time is money, I'm on EST
Keep playin, light up your block like Christmas E-v-e
I'm the new edition of poison: BBD
For that [?] my niggas astound you: EBT
I let a hot line sting 'em, you and the cops while I'm singin'
Ever since you left the city, now they hotline's blingin', hmm
Seen a paddy wagon cruisin' and I'm deducin'
That they are only movin' cause all the rumors that you in
If I had to draw a conclusion all the gangsters we losing is
Because of the illusion, you are not in collusion with
The voice is where I'm [?] is causing all this confusion
And they wouldn't even know, but y'all tellin' what niggas doin'

[Pre-Hook - Mr. Porter:]
See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say
I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet

[Hook - Royce (Mr. Porter):]
That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)

[Verse 3 - Royce:]
I'm going on an AK-a-thon
Throw a Bible at some shallow waters right before I go and pray upon
Double parked, custom license plates says I can pay a fine
I ain't in the zone, I'm in the mother fuckin' lay-up line
Speaking of lay ups, we do homi's based on how we doin'
Last lay up line I was in was a body viewing
I'm preoccupied with the Earth's ills, good 'erbals
First meal was milk, I milk these niggas for my first meal
Full circle, off of just talking I can tell types
But I still give that bitch my whip test
If she not exhausted then she can easily tailpipe
Playin' that dirty hand I was dealt, don't complain to me nigga, tell Christ
I'm standing over coffins with hammers and screws, with a sickness
Man a cure wouldn't hand a nigga these nails right
Only hand-me-down I had was inherited head lice
But nothing's more bugged out as my head size, I live twice
E'ery day, one for the body of Martin Luther King, I'm dead nice
Rest call me Malcom, they want me dead because I'm dead right
Ask me to spell die, I'm a accidentally spell dice
I can shelve a label with my shelve life
I'm a rider, but still I steal bikes
Out of the field, terrorizing reptiles and field mice
I'm cut like I'm touched, a blind man with braille spikes
I'm deep, I could break up a mother fuckin' whale fight

[Pre-Hook - Mr. Porter:]
See I done said so much (so much)
I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say
I done cried so much (so much)
I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet

[Hook - Royce (Mr. Porter):]
That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet)
That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet)

 

[fox69]

"Rap On Steroids"
(feat. Black Thought, Eminem & Assassin)

"Rap On Steroids"
(feat. Black Thought, Eminem & Assassin)



Jahlil beats, holla at me!

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Philadelphia meet Detroit
Time to shut your mouth (where your money at?)
Now it's time to show these motherfuckers what's the fuss about (time to go!)
What you dealing with lyrically?
A couple lyricists who don't miss
Niggas ask if Black and Nickle get together for an album, what you gon' get?
You gon' get rap on steroids, rap on steroids
Niggas that's silencers on the nozzle
You won't feel the clap, you'll only hear the noise
Ya'll got these hoes pegged so wrong while you hotel checkin'
I gotta pay these hoes just to keep their clothes on like I'm Odell Beckham
I'm flyer than a hat on Elroy
I just took it back to the Jetsons
I with the static like I got a Crooked I
Near an open exit with a bad connection
Cause no matter where you go
You're fucked if this rubber grip roll back in your direction
What you lookin' at? That's for your protection
This that rap on steroids, nigga, that rap on steroids
I just spit more clairvoyant raps
Than it take to make you half paranoid
Clap a gun at any day or night
Stand over his body then pray to Christ
Like "you gave me life so I'm gon' throw you back one, dear lord"
I'mma throw back one like Fab on the 'Gram
Garage look like it's sponsored by Hasbro
Got the whole ave going HAM
Y'all don't know with what y'all are dealing
I'm on every block, my team bigger
Cause I rap anything I wanna got
The only thing I don't got is feelings
Nigga my mind so clear
Feels like every thought is visine drippin'
No I'm not a lean drinker, but over that Fetty Wap I lean niggas
This that....

[Assassin:]
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids

[Black Thought:]
Y'all ran into me on the wrong day
Fuck strong Jay, do gon' say
Just bear arms, you in harms way
You hear alarms, you in Bombay
No Baghdad, get the gas mask
Run break, do a mad-dash to that gun safe
You un-safe in the right place to get blast at
And that's anybody
I stay on that anabolic
I'm far from anatomically correct
Ho's call me that anaconda
Roll a sack of that Santa Barbara
Lead poisonin' in the damn water
Flint, Detroit, Ann Arbor
Philadelphia and Harlem
Roid rage y'all damn problem
Cemetery too damn crowded
I'ma go get the jack hammer
Go bury a body, don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
Everybody know everybody
I'm be damned if I didn't hear about it
Thought trifle the assault rifle
Got a twin brother like Irv Gotti, I'm [?]
Probably back on steroids
Kinda like crack on steroids
Lou Ferrigno super negro
Gon' and pack your steroids
Nigga my memoir's Renoirs
Everything I do is fine art
Putting rappers in that pine box
When that Black and Nickel Nine spark it's a problem
All stemming from them steroids probably
Got them coming back to Philly like it's heroin callin'
American horror, this that Smith and Wesson revolver
And if, life's a bitch we gon' Rohypnol her
They call it....

[Assassin:]
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids
Rap on steroids

[Royce Da 5'9", Black Thought, Eminem & Assassin:]
Detroit we rappin' on
Steroids, boy
Philly we reppin' on
Steroids, yeah
All the rappers on steroids
Say we rapping on steroids
Nickle I'm rappin' on
Steroids, boy
Pesado rappin' on
Steroids, yeah
All the rap is on steroids
Said we rapping on steroids
I said I said every rap is on steroids
Nuff a them a chat and them a make bare noise
You don't wanna violate and make the K rise
Them a say the rap is on steroids
Nickle I'm rappin' on
Steroids, boy
Shady, I'm rappin' on
Steroids!

 

[fox69]

"Regardless"

"Regardless"


[Intro - Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah (M-I-C), yeah, yeah

[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
My arms are heavy, knees weak, palms are sweaty
Niggaz wanna see me gone already (uh)
From this song on to song, you bout to be swept away
Yesterday is long gone (uh)
I took some time, to redefine my style
I, kept my cool, summers behind the clouds (uh)
You lames can't put me in the same category as a rookie
Nope, my name ain't new
Rappers can't push me, as high as I can
Push myself, you not inspirin (uh)
The stolen spot is open, I chose to not, listen
And I don't even know what's hot or we dissin
Or who's consistent or who's nice or not
Who's on top, or who's wife is sniffin (oh)
Or who's meltin soon, to be failin
All I know is the way, the streets felt bout "Boom"

[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
Regardless, nigga pump yo brakes
Ya car is movin fast, we will lump your face (yeah)
Regardless, me and Cash will come
And take yo ass away far, nigga don't play (uh)
Regardless, the M-I-C
We kickin ass and takin names, you can't ID (uh)
Regardless, me and Tre is comin
Out to play wit you today, it's curfew

[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
D-Elite! we comin wit the lightin and thunder
Under the rain, to pump it, you need a jeep! (uh)
You need at least some speakers, while ya glued
To ya seat, from cruisin, while I creep through ya system
I'm gon' be heard, as God is my word
Deliverin the kind of murder, KOCH don't deserve
The real will cop it, every label in the world
Look out for me, I will kill yo roster
(Yeah, yeah) I will shut this shit down!
And on top of that, I could fuck yo bitch now
It's hard to believe, that Columbia couldn't market me
To do numbers like D-12 at least!
I played myself, for radio play
I never dance, but the skill it self, is a second chance (yeah)
I'm BACK wit two's by me, start the beef
I'm bout to part these streets, like "Bruce Almighty" (uh)

[Chorus]