Royce Da 5'9"

[fox69]

"What I Know"

"What I Know"


[Royce Da 5'9"]
Unlock ya locks, and keep ya keys
The Pac in me, got me thinkin deeply
I got to shock MC's, wit my philosophy
Cause I think very deeply
Where I come from, where you sweat ya pen up
Young gun rep-resenter, from the Ep-icenter
The microphone fienin, for a microphone
Before he knew what a microphone mean
Wit them four pounds, and they soundin them off
And them slugs, get them thugs, and the ground, get the chalk
Niggaz hearts is dissolvin, involved in
What Farakhan and, Jim Brown couldn't solve
[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
[Royce Da 5'9"]
It's them +Boyz In the Hood+ it's always hard
You come talkin that trash, they'll pull ya card
Who would have known, that the boy growin up playin them cards
Will soon know the music he wrote, it was so true
Who could raise me, after I been amazed by Dre
And N.W.A., and you couldn't pay me
To back the staff for free, I will believe
It ain't nothin +Shady+ in the +Aftermath+
Perhaps when you unwrappin the plastic
You respect whatever you hear, and ya styles is growin
Them guys is clonin, them pioneers
Rappers wanna be classic, like they Clef, Pras, and Warren
[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Elvis - was a hero to most
But he never meant shit to me, it's statements
Like that made me gage, White, Black, hate to make
Me say - I like, when they fight back, they
Me and rap, I vent myself
Leanin back, not knowin that I meant myself
A lesson comin fast, you dudes better catch it
Whenever the future answers ya questions from the past
And hold that, I'm spillin these cold raps
Cause I am a +Throwback+ you feelin the soldier
And keep tryin, to keep up wit the kind of guy
That'll play you until they fatally say that the game's over
[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Oh my God, I destroy cities like the Blob
Goin from city to city, seein who I can rob
Goin from makin them poems up, in my garage
Then goin on major tours wit, me and my squad
Goin from listenin to Reggie, to meeting him
Wit my palms sweaty, to him, telling me - I'm dead meat
Goin from likin, to spray the club after a night
That didn't go my way, to plug a writin for Dre
You damn right I was raised, the amazin
Hand-writin on the same page, that you can't type on
So I black out, the usual same way
The old fashion rap, til it's no lights on
[Man singing w/ (Royce ad-libs)]
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know

 

[fox69]

"Where My Money"

"Where My Money"


[Intro]
I've been fuckin with this game for a long time, and I'm impatient
I'ma kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year [echoes]

For starters I'm all about the bread
I ain't no artist, I'm a target
I'm like the landlord, hip-hop's currently fallin down the stairs
"Your RENT'S due, motherfucker!"
Now who give a fuck about who bar is the hardest?
When the DJ's think they bigger stars than the artist
Ridin around in Ferraris doin more A&R'in than the A&R's
and half them niggaz don't even scratch
That's like the blind leadin the blind leader
Hip-Hop is like the FBI in the trap readin the Don Diva
It makes no sense
It's ironic how I can straighten you though I stay so bent
I'm about gettin ends
Every time my money's on hip-hop, that's every time the house nigga wins
Flood in a drought, love in the club, Crip/Blood gun talk
Ladies and gentlemen! Hip-Hop in one bar

[Chorus:]
I've been fuckin with this game for a long time, and I'm impatient
I'ma kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year
Where my money at? Where my money nigga?
Where my money at? Where my money nigga?

I put a cease and desist on this industry shit
Me makin a friend means I'll just make an enemy quick
When niggaz think they finna be big, they image is switched
They go from gettin beat by a nigga to sweet to a cinnamon whip
They actin like they got the Vanna White in "Wheel of Fortune"
But actually they spinnin the script
I tell the, DJ to play mines or we gon' spray ya
And that's on every MC's mind, they just don't say it
I flame spots, my brain lies and the top is on fire
How you gon' say Nickel Nine ain't risin?
Rappers no longer have to be on the block lyin
You get yo' ass whupped on the net, you a pop icon
I spaz like I got the right rhyme
I flash like I shot Nikon
I call my motherfuckin man my money so money stand out
While I got my motherfuckin hand out!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Which Is Cool"

"Which Is Cool"


I guess I'm not typical which is cool
I guess I'm not hip as you which is cool
I guess I'm not into the shit you're into which is cool
Nigga you's a bitch and your bitch a dude which is cool
I look around and all I see is fools
Some of y'all got street cred, some of y'all got pre-approved
Some of y'all got red carpet rolled out for y'all quick as you
Drop, went right from a Honda to a box 62
They dance and they ballin' and they zonin' like they Victor Cruz
Labels only care about hits and views which is cool
Not only am I the alchemist, I'm the evidence
The wicked witch is cool, the cause of her demise
Reminds me of this jet I'm in, a flyin' residence
If you don't write your own rhymes get offended this is to you and you
Listen fool no more bars for you
You can't raise the bar, you ain't in the buildin'
Matter of fact you can't even lift a stool, fool
That liquor disappear from my system like skippin' school
Me and these niggas live by the same don'ts but different do's
To get they name out they willin' to get the lube
That Balmain fit me like my religion true
Call my assistant tell him I'm slippin', I'm spittin' jewels
Somebody come out and get them like them Memphis dudes
We independent, while y'all flash bitches
We in the trenches, ball sack lickin' addiction, y'all need interventions
The gas pedal mashin' the carpet in them SL Benzes
The dash retarded like the special olympics
The needle leanin' past the finish line like Lance Armstrong
I'm exotic smellin' like your baby momma vagina, bon fire island
A Creed Avensis
I'm not a killer I'm just stricken with a sickness called homicidalitis
Flat screens surround me and my dubs seat up in my whip
So she can read her twitter mentions in three dimensions
It's no such thing as flossin' if you ain't never seen the dentist
But some of y'all need to take them gold slugs out of your face
Load 'em in the pistol and shoot 'em the fuck into outer space
Maybe I ain't rich as you which is cool
Maybe I ain't weird as you which is cool
Maybe it ain't a style to be lyrical
I don't give a motherfuck, I just get your mother touched
I pick my own date, pay my way, call that double dutch
I grip the ass, I dump the tip, call that shit the double clutch
Wax on, wax off, clean that ugly stubble up
Bonsai, truth is gonna un-lie at sunrise
Your makeup's running, Uber's gonna catch you when it comes by
You boys are entertainment, I understand you like the bitch
But you are pretty famous, sweater like the one Cosby
Wore at his arraignment, uh, I stay patient
Pray gracious, made milli's, while billi' racin'
Now they wanna trade places, as my ceiling raises
My prime lays dormant, they computerized, not I
See, I'm straight torrent, I clock in, write it with my pen, out my acorn
And then I clock out, and leave a black cloud on all eight corners
Started with us to hear the pop loud - Robin Harris' House Party
I bet y'all acquit it, like a child killing cop trial
All you see on the ground is an empty rock vials
Like Tommy Lee and Pam Anderson, I'm in the Trump Tower
With this here piece manners here, Magnum condom fit, like Juelz Santana
Bandana gear, I used to need antifreeze
She about to need antifrizz, antifrizz
I'm Pac and I'm Nas when I famed danced to anti big
I'm not a star, ho, I'm on Uranus on a pantie binge
Far as are as y'all aside, from flaming all of y'all
I feel like I fathered all of your bars, like I came up in your granny's crib
The most interesting man, on the god damn planet
Beef is having a nigga's bitch, fix me some god damn salmon
Beef is trying a nigga's clothes on, when he ain't home
Beef is your wife, when kids at school, texting me "They're gone"
I just took a dip in your swimming pool, which is cool
I think, you need to find some more comfortable slipper shoes, which is cool

 

[fox69]

"Who Am I"

"Who Am I"


Yo I could strike physically or mentally or
I exist in you, I'm wit' you get your sense of the call
I have no sense of humor, I vent, you must
Stay the fuck out of my way, I'm too much
I'm the first to let you know if something is real, I come
Right before the comforter squeal, I'm something you feel
Go ahead try to fight with me nigga do the best that you do
I could be hard, I could be soft I'll even let you choose
I exist upon the impact of a flying fist
Always show up unannounced on you nigga, I'm kinda sick
What that nigga shoot that gun at me for, you still alive
I'm a riot not numb anymore nigga now die
I command fear, so be afraid, be very afraid
You get carried away, then I'm a see you
Nigga you better keep the heater with you
I'm waiting for you dog
Cause theres somebody that wanna see me with you
Keep an attitude, I'm evil
Spiteful, stay mad at you motherfuckin' practical people
Trust the one you love and I'm a make you cry
You even try to fight drugs and I'm a take its side
The only thing that stronger than me is time, and yours is limited
And I'm involved in it 'til you all finished
I despise you, thats why I surprise you
Even if your mother dies I'm a fuckin' remind you
I want you walking in front of a truck or a car
Cause I hangs out at these hospitals like a club or a bar
If you afraid; be, cause I'm so hard
Only one who can stop me is your God that made me
So, he is your witness, I am your sickness
I got every human being alive on my hitlist
I'm still in your way, I'm still under your skin
You don't want me but you would give me away? Then fuck you
Niggas better know than I'm something they'll never know
All you'll ever know is that hurt his name

[Chorus x2]
Nigga I'm pain (Pain; I'm comin' for you)
You know that I will hurt you (I'm comin' for you)
You know I'll rise to hurt you (I'm comin' for you)
And you know I'll be back soon
Nigga I'm pain (Pain)
Yeah, I hope you like the name (I'm comin' for you)
No need to fight the pain (He will be comin' for you)
Cause he will strike a-gain

[Outro]
Im Pain
I'ts gotta hurt Its gotta hurt
Its gotta hurt (Pain)
I know, Its gotta hurt
Pain, Pain, Pain, Pain

 

[fox69]

"Who Got Bodied (Freestyle)"

"Who Got Bodied (Freestyle)"


[Verse 1]
Now I don' told this nigga to shut his mouth
I guess he wasn't hearin' me
I'm beyond this peon, he's scared of me
Apparently he don't see that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash
Take your little freestyle and shove it up your ass
Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got bodied?
Nigga, you sick? Then I'm a hot tattie
Coke flow, I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby
I'm a sound off
This nigga's a clown y'all
Fifty niggas with him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown car
Shows over Bozo
No mo', I'm back
Time to face the music, I'ma just straight up abuse him
He choose to, diss
But he know not what he gettin'
While he's spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' money bitch
Blllaah!
C'mon I'm a product of my environment
He ain't gotta try to bring Malcolm out of retirement
He go at me I hit him asap
Take that
Get shot up like a cap gun at a race track (Boom)
He's probably from the part of the Bay that the gay's at
Where the fags migrate and give each other AIDS at
They told me you ain't the pistol type
So yo, you know to me that means you a Frisco dyke
Get you a whoopin' like Whoopie
You steppin' in another circle
I wear purple label you just wear The Color Purple
Everything about your lame flow represents
Everything hoe in every color in the rainbow
Sayin' Proof's name will get you strangled
Let my nigga rest or I bet you you gon' be sleepin' with the angels
I'm fly
You a fly fisher
You lie
You die
Goodbye
Zip 'em up [x4]
[Verse 2]
C'mon
You showed you ain't got respect soon as you diss me so sudden
So when you bow it better look like you toe touchin'
I'm so fuckin' ridiculous with the flow cousin
I pack heat and I will give you the whole oven
Coke, heroin, flower, fuck it the whole cupboard
No publishin' for this fuckin', I'm so stubborn
I threw the bait
You took it, I'm on the boat buzzin'
Reelin' you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe Budden
[Verse 3]
Budden said the battle was embarrassin'
Comparison
This shit here more embarrassin'
So I'ma use his beat to merk you
And maybe he'll see that I'll merk him too
I'm just playin' my nigga Buddens, you cool
I'm just fuckin' with you cause I got +Nuttin To Do+
This Mistah Fag, he's a waste of my time
And my time is money so I'm wastin' money just makin' this rhyme
It ain't beef
But I would like to shoot your jeweler
Your charm look like some kind of retarded school bus
All you missin' is the "duh" and the drool
The wheelchair, the helmet and the confused look
Niggas get shook when Malcolm speaks
There ain't a way I can hear you on an Alchemist beat
Y'all two doin' an album together
Ooh shit
Okay, I got a sample for you
Loop this:
[circus employee talking]
Step right up! Step right up! Let me guess your weight
I just flew in from San Francisco and boy are my arms tired!
Step right up and watch me shoot through bullets out of my sleeve
I'm so fuckin' funny. Let's take it to The Bay baby
[Background]
Mistah F.A.B. I'm funny. I'm a clown, with no money
Every Monday, I get a haircut. To wear a t-shirt and jeans with airbrush
I'm corny. I'm corny. There goes a real fat ? before me
It's not corny. He's still here too. But I don't care cause, I'm so funny
[Verse 4]
The streets will teach you
I love for The Bay nigga, Skee my people
The problem is, you think lyrically my equal
But that don't balance out I gotta Keak to Sneak you
You be the bitch
Nigga we be the shit
You never slang like 40
You tryin' to be legit/B-Legit
I will eat your soul
My pieces glow cause they freezin'
These hoes is Keshia Cole
I'll put you in the hospital
You ain't the only one that got riddled
I got two
Check it
One
Flabby, Fabby, fuck you
Fucked yo mammie, we family cause I'm yo daddy, son
Two
Yeah, pussy thought you took me
Want a cookie? Cause nobody seems to care
So what's the fuss 'bout
Turn your girl's mouth to a Yukmouth
Nut, turn her out to a slut house
Who got bodied?
[Sample of Mistah F.A.B.'s diss song]
"Trick hates your guts and Proof ain't never like you"
"I fuck with real Detroit niggas like Chedda Boys"
[Royce whispering throughout]
Ask about me
[Verse 5]
I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye y'all
This nigga been dead since the eighth bar
But I'm tryin' to overkill him
Standin' over the silly nigga holdin' a shottie
With a spear shootin' at him
Till his body disappears
Look a here
I will put your crew in boxes
I done put whole crew in boxes
And it's best he stops cause I will Freddie Foxxx him
Put him out with the tools or boxing
So think about your next move
I will let you choose your option
Top ten
Dead or alive
And I got soldiers
You cast your little punk ass stones at me, I throw back boulders!
Oh yeah
It's over, hold that
Nigga this is G's up, I speed up right where you slow at
Lyrically you Borat
Boring
Do anything for a laugh
You know that's....annoying
It's sounds that perhaps you doubt me
Well
If you ever ever make it to my city, ask about me
Your luck over
Cause all you tried to do is be famous
So now you famous nationwide for gettin' fucked over
Boy pay up
I ball, this a fo' sho' lay up
I'm playin' chess with a Connect Four player!
[Chorus]
It's obvious I hear you talkin' loud
I'm clappin' all day like I'm cheerin' in the crowd
I'm bout to catch a body
I'm a bust a mag boy
I'm bout to catch a body
I'm a bust a mag boy
I'll kill y'all!
If you ain't never ran from a nigga
Then you damn sure probably picked a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!
If you ain't never ran from a nigga
Then you damn sure probably picked a day to start runnin'
Get runnin'!
[Outro: Chedda Boy & Trick Trick dissing Mistah F.A.B.]

 

[fox69]

"Writer's Block"
(feat. Eminem)

"Writer's Block"
(feat. Eminem)



[Eminem - Intro]
Yeah, yeah
I don't know what else to say
I can't, I can't think of nothin'
I'm stumped
Here we go (Here we go)

On your feet (On your feet)
Stand up (Stand up)
Everybody hands up (Hands up)
Uh, man, I dunno, man
Everytime I go to think of something played out to say
You already said it

[Verse 1 - Royce da 5'9"]
I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
Because of my relationship with Marshall
Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck
We the same cuz
I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck
While I attempt to fuck the fucking game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach
My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me nigga
It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get
The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets
Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back, muthafucker
Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL
I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all realer? (How y'all realer?) If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause

I've got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y'all already said that

Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a fuck
But y'all already said that

[Eminem]
Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche!

[Verse 2 - Royce da 5'9"]
When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet!
Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too excited
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will just be another victim
I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted
I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted
Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin'
Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin' problems?
Not a problem I've encountered
I have found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'?
Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start Class diss
All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own all-access
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam
Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don't know which one is harder
Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own

[Hook]
I got Gucci's on my feet
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Bitches on my dick
But y'all already said that

Choppers in the trunk
Models in the front
Bottles in the club
But I don't give a fuck
But y'all already said that

[Eminem]
Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy)
I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of cliches
I'm gettin' writer's block
Psyche!

Man, get the bozac
We need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava)
Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!)
Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real
On the strength, no diggity
I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on

Haters get the gasface!

 

[fox69]

"Writer's Block (DJ Premier Remix)"
(feat. Eminem)

"Writer's Block (DJ Premier Remix)"
(feat. Eminem)



[Intro: Eminem]
YEAH! (YEAH! OOOHHH!)
I don't know what else to say, man.
I can't... (whoooo, whoooo!)
I can't think of nothin'...
I'm stumped!
Here we go! (Here we go!)
On your feet... (on your feet!)
Stand up! (stand up!)
Everybody hands up! (hands up!)
Uhhh...
Man, I don't know, man.
Everytime I go to think of something played out to say...
You already said it. (you already said it)
Haha!
Royce!

[Royce da 5'9":]
I ain't calling names cause - all of y'all the same, plus
I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up.
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know they hands tied, FEET (whooo!) - BALL AND CHAINED UP!
Niggas-be-quick-to-call-me-the-new-50Cent-because-of-my-relationship-with-Marshall
Used to make me a little partial.
But here's the brain fuck. - We the same cause (same cause!)
I'm pro'ly 'bout to fall out with a "young buck" while I ATTEMPT TO FUCK THE FUCKIN' "GAME" UP!
PITCH-BLACK! - ONLY THING I FEAR IN HERE IS CHIT-CHAT
YOU ARE HEARIN' BARS LIKE YOUR EAR AGAINST A - KIT-KAT!
SHADY GUYS LIKE THE NAVY, DRIVE, WAVY BYE-BYE
MAYBE MY GLOCK - CAN TURN YOUR TOP TO BABY'S MAYBACH!
My shit is powerful. - Literally sick. - Trust me,
Nigga, it's-ugly-to-kill-a thing-if-the-bigger-I-get-the-more-disgusting
And fuckin' disfigured it gets. - Niggas expect me to go pop. - Oh, stop! (ph, stop!)
Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast, I (toast I!)
Only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox. (postbox)
Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen.
I'm BACK, MOTHAFUCKER! - Notice-the-flyness-on-the-cover-of-the-XXL
I'm-back-from-the-dead-like-Tobey-Maguire-from-the-"Brothers". ("Brothers"!)
How y'all realer? (how y'all realer?) - If I said it, I did it.
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand - like a car dealer. (car dealer!)
Give up the throne, your lease up. - I am the Mona Lisa!
That decoded "DaVinci Code", you throwin' your piece up.
Is a waste of fake - like a phony B-cup
Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher. - Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause!

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
I've got Gucci's on my feet.
Diamonds on my neck! - Diamonds on my wrist!
Bitches on my dick, but y'all already said that!
Choppers in the trunk.
Models in the front! - Bottles in the club!
But I don't give a fuck, but y'all already said that! [explosion]

[Bridge: Eminem]
Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shitty to say. - Aaaaaayyy! (whoooo!)
I'm at a loss for words cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' out of clichés, I'm gettin' writer's block. - Psyche!

[Royce Da 5'9":]
When I stand up in this booth - niggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built.
Floatin' on the same water Moses split,
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site. - Overkill!
Aren't you tired? - Why are you so loud? QUIET!
Real dudes move in silence - like a mute drivin',
A new hybrid! - You dudes is too excited!
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude. - That's suicidal!
You-will-just-be-another-victim. - I-am-like-a-nickel-of-weed-rolled-in-a-doobie.
I'm-a-little twisted,
I-roll-like-the-end-credits-in-movies.
Y'all just got scripted!
Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha
When she with' me, she bobbin', not vibin', tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper! (zipper!)
I'm a seperate with a purpose, havin' problems not a problem,
I've encountered, I have found elephants, lions, clowns will
Jump through hoops - like they workin' for the circus
At the fire round the circle's right in front of them. - Fire rounds!
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'?
Car's Aston started as a hard-top and I saw past it.
Since I decided to start Class diss. - All black, - all glass
Panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent.
I AUTHORIZE MY OWN ALL-ACCESS.
YOUR BITCH A WHORE! - I'm A CATCH, SHE BALL-CATCHIN', HER JAW'S BEEN BROADCASTED
ALL ACROSS THE GLOBE FROM THE STORE TO JAPAN,
HER PUSSY NEED TO BLOCKED! - AND REPORTED AS SPAM!
Bong! - Interscope-up-in-this dope and I sell it
My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes,
And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone
I don't know which one is harder: tryna not to take your bitch - or tryna get rid of my own? - Ha!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Outro: Eminem]
Man, get the bozac. (haha!)
We need to start bringin' that shit back! (mad flavaaaa!)
Man, fuck it!
I'm 'bout to catch some wreck... (we in effect, Ronnie, hahahah!)
Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real...
On the strength!
No digity.
I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes... (haha!)
Get my Mack on!
Hah!
Haters get the gasface!
Hahaha! [beat fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Yeah"

"Yeah"


[Scratched]
"I'm the last emcee that's alive"

[Verse 1]
Nickle, nine, nine in the waistline
Diss me fine, you won't be the first one
Piss me off, you get done in the worst way
I bring light to the night, put the sun in the earth's way
Balls of the outlaw, hanging out the draws
Of the dark blue house, y'all
Standing and rambling with all of that mouth y'all
Got hit, shot, with the cannon when I'm standing up and going all out for
Phantom on opera, sitting in the Phantom
In the parking lot, examining how I keep my name out y'all mouth
I drop names like Game, but I don't mean say 'em
I mean spray em, they drop [gun sound] ha
I have a nigga blistering quicker then chicken pox
In a box in a river sitting stiffer then six o'clock
Knock, you can't see me, labels you can't sign me
You can either Jay-Z me or JV me, get it?

[Chorus]
Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere
Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody
Say, Yeah, hoes that used to be like no
Going Yeah, somebody, anybody
Say, Yeah, my niggaz in the back of the spot
Like, Yeah, bitches up under the spotlight
Like, Yeah

[Scratched]
I'm the last emcee that's alive

[Verse 2]
I'm the captain and the sergeant, the opposite of laws
I'm the politics involved and with profit in the starving
The model in the car means I told her
Mami, if you hopping in this car then you gotta get me off
I got Vicious with me, so you gotta get him off
So, rinky dink labels still trying to make me offers
You don't wanna tear me off, you will only scare me off
I'm a boss, hear me out, gimme every office
Each and every artist y'all got, I want 'em
So run em, they don't wanna fuck wit me then I'll gun 'em
So don't get me started
Cuz lately I been on my Black Eyed Peas and Q's and it's gon' "Get Retarded"
Fees for shoes, Ivizu jeans breezing through
Leaving your team green and blue
Only thing, the thing to do
Only thing, this ain't no dream homie, this whole theme is true, get it?

[Chorus]
Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere
Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody
Say, Yeah, hoes that used to be like no
Going Yeah, somebody, anybody
Say, Yeah, my niggaz in the back of the spot
Like, Yeah, bitches up under the spotlight
Like, Yeah

[Scratched]
I'm the last emcee that's alive

[Verse 3]
Yeah, weeding out static, holding what I would rather have
And not need, then need and not have it
Me without gats is like me without battling
Beef without blasting, P without Havoc
The born again rapper, sitting on enough classic tracks
That could fill up a 40 gig Apple
I-Pod, I'm God, all bets I'm down like the rest I'm wild, yes
Plus I'm a teacher, niggaz play hard
But I'm way harder cuz I can keep it up like Levitra
Big dick, I could fit you up my urethra
Sick spit, like I musta been touched by Jesus
Like I musta been groped by a diva
Or fucked by a model, nope, you ain't been approached by either
You standing where ya mans is at
I'm on stage, getting paid controlling where y'all hands is at, get it?
Got it

[Chorus]
Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere
Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody
Say, Yeah, hoes that used to be like no
Going Yeah, somebody, anybody
Say, Yeah, my niggaz in the back of the spot
Like, Yeah, bitches up under the spotlight
Like, Yeah

[Scratched]
I'm the last emcee that's alive

 

[fox69]

"You Can't Touch Me"

"You Can't Touch Me"


[Royce The 5'9'']
T-M-Royce 5
Pause
Listen to why girls drop they drawls
Alot of em they wanna get involved
Well why you still holdin up the wall
Allow me to introduce myself
My name is Royce Five Nine
Sick Sick Emcee
Here to filter the game
To let clips empty
Trackmaster sound now who's to blame
'Bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game
O.k, jump (jump)
If you want the respect then come (come)
Get it from a nigga that'll merk you
Or tattoo ya name on my arm
Like you one of my dead homies, just to beat the case
Believe me, I'ma lead the race
What is my game?
Wakin up next to chicks like "What is your name?"
Hustlers big, Mustlers big
Niggas better raise they wig
Cause

[Chorus]
My Deal, My flow, My Song
{Ladies move like you just don't care)
This is Royce Five Nine, My streets, So Please
(Everybody Throw ya hands in the air, Cause)
We live forever (Wha)
We won't go Never (Wha)
We won't go broke never, cause
You can't touch me

[Verse 2]
O.k Look
Alot of people take me for a crook
Like my careers been depicted from a book
Nothing but hardcore here
Read "The Source", head of my class for all four years
Did I really fall out with Eminem
(Chicka) No!
Did I really get dropped from "Tommy Boy"
(Chicka) No!
Nigga please, I use more tools than "Black and Decker"
Wrote songs for niggas for classic records
Grimey! If you choose to live by the gun, young one, with hits
Five nine is my hieght
If I was ever to grow, tell y'all a lil' secret
Nobody got to know
Diss me, you don't want to back and forth
Ya jewelery look like that shit they sell in the back of "The Source"
So come how you come, you could just see me
Cause I do what I do, Like i'm doin for T.V
Cause

[Chorus]
My Deal, My flow, My Song
{Ladies move like you just don't care)
You know this is Royce Five Nine, My streets, So Please
(Everybody Throw ya hands in the air, Cause)
We live forever (Wha)
We Won't go Never (Wha)
We won't do whatever, cause
You can't touch me

[Christina Milan]
So you wanna see me shake my ass?
Tell me Royce what would you do for this?
So you wanna get it Right Now
Well you can't touch me, you can't touch me
I'm feelin High tonight
Let's ride with Royce 5'9
Tell you just one more time
You can't touch me, you can't touch me

[Royce]
Bounce (bounce)
If you wanna know what's the amount
Come to me for the pounds not the ounce
I react Trickey on people
I'm mild-mannered but I slap hickey's on people
Black King, Freiyon felt,
Attract queens, Ice cold, plus hot, Rap "Leon Phelps"
Oh! Where the money at, show me the dough
Dummies, I'll show you the dough
Cause
My Dough, my flow, my shit, my song, my
Notice I like sayin My
And, notice I like me a Light-skinned Ma
All curvey, that's somethin you can't deny
First singles about me
Second singles about my city
The third is about my son
Three things that's important to me
I gotta be rich, cause being broke is somethin I can't afford to be
Ladies in the club like Whoa! (Whoa)
Turn a nigga down like Oh! (no!)
We open up they mind like yo (yo)
cause, you can't touch me

[Chorus]

Ladies in the club like Whoa! (Whoa)
Turn a nigga down like Oh! (no!)
We open up they mind like yo (yo)
cause, you can't touch me

[Chorus till fade]