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"Dead President Heads"

"Dead President Heads"


Trust the fucking shooter

Uh
We in here counting dead president heads
Up in the years, it's been up in the mills of dead president heads and counting
They put pictures of dead president heads on green, long papers
Then went and put dead president heads on mountains
How we ain't gon' make it?
You know what

I went from women asking "what's the scent of your fragrance?" to center of attention
To dinners in Vegas, then all the way to Japan racking up yen
Now I'm all the way back
And I'm acting like Dennis in Vegas, stacking up wins
I'm a young black boy, armed, dangerous
To those who want to come and try harm or change him
While they're living in anguish, while I'm living in real nigga harmony
Energy around me blend together like falsettos, tenors, and bass
All intelligence is on God level
All memories formed in melodies from the 70s
And all hail to all dinners and plates
And all hail to the cartels, and we out on a yacht
And you know how we know that we are and you not?
Because y'all are looking at our sales
I'm a motherfucking one-man army
I'm more R than our, I put the 'R' in ourselves
Uh, I'm the one they can't generalize
Every time I come through straight, their wave minimize
Why? It's probably 'cause I gun through they gay enterprise
Niggas get crowned quick these days
Street this, best this, king that, we ain't seen that
All we see around your clique is squad cars
Niggas need to get crown vicked these days
Stop kicking it, you couldn't fit in my old socks
Let alone my shoes
I'm not a street nigga, I'm just a chip off the old block
I ain't rocked with an entourage since '07
Niggas dissed Marshall after they copy his whole reference
Like we won't send an actual firing squad to their studio
That will Basquiat their whole session
A lot of niggas dope, but none concern me though
I got that Pac, Big L, Pun eternity flow
I got that blowing that weed, taking that last drag in
And tossed in the infirmary glow
I'll hit your broad in the gall bladder with this bald dagger
Have her hollering "not the knife" 'til she having an orgasm
And all of her juices is haul-assing down the thighs
God dropped me off in the drop with the crossroads with crossed toes and dotted eyes
I'm not alive, I wasn't born, I got a ride
Uh, get your popcorn, idolize 'cause I've arrived
This is Cam Newton throwing bullets with the band shooting
This is beat submission from Bas Rutten
This the [?] it's proven
Nigga, pay your dues, you're past due here
This cash rules, you're looking at the wrong paper, this bad news
Relax junior, you still think you're in high school
But you not, but you will be looking at your last new year
Ha, boo-ya, bombs over Baghdad
Compliments since 7 Mile, Fenkell Ave, Cash and Poo Bear
With directions to just go blasting through there
I ain't stressing 'bout none of you poindexter responses
I ain't tongue wrestling with no artist unless it's Ashanti
Nigga this, God, Gandhi, Kevlar labcoat
Mixed together with leather bathrobes like Plies and Fonzi
Cool science, I'm around lions and giants
You there, Ryan's here
No one can hear you crying where I'm at, the highest tier
One diss track could tear your whole act up like the Flatbush Zombies
Gripping the Mac truck with Travis Scott, hitting your Macbook
I'm not a pioneer, I'm the last of a dying prayer
Living in forever, ever, ever, ever, ever in laughter
And ever since that heffer put me on MediaTakeOut
I ain't fucked a basic bitch since
I got sophisticated bitches coming to my place asking "is it safe to sit?"
I said, "only if you have to take a shit"
Country chick named Delores, I let her sit on this Mason dick
Rappers blew up and get to shouting out designers
I like to thank my notebook, it got me out of the binders
Blacks never had each other's backs
Rappers saying "All Lives Matter"? Okay, now we're actually spineless
I'm into psychology nowadays, she say she bad
I'll probably brainwash her like Hollywood did Stacey Dash
A lot of guys out slanging for a belt buckle like Pootie Tang
Wada-Tah!
5'9" the illest MC of all time right now and all the time
Kneel right in front of me like feel sobriety, young'n, or fall in line
Uh, right now, I'm piranha dipping in waters of Flint with the Slaughters and Em
Come on in, dummy, the water's fine
Sniff around, I smell just like money, I ain't hard to find
I'm doing big things
This bitch asked me do I got at least 50 shades
Just the other day
I said, "come here, let me kick game
I got more than 50 shades and just grey is the colorway"
I gave my momma a pic of myself in a big frame
And a card that says "bitch, I'm Rick James" for Mother's Day
Uh, I just thank the Lord and pray for more
I just lifted the skirt of the devil
I don't really care how you're dress her
Nigga, I'm just out here to take your drawers
Make the winner fall on the track
Let nature take it's course
I'm a product of the old Death Row camp
I ain't a fan of his, he might want to be standin' clear
I come with the cannon, not the cameras
I ain't Shannon Briggs, but let's go champ
Let's slow dance
Kill you with the first and give you seven more, necromance
Best flow versus yo petrol rants, you gassin'
This that new black Bent, blue Aston
This that who dat against who askin, who ya again
'99 the Outsidaz told me I wouldn't last
I'm too arrogant
But here I am, two boys two girls two era's in
And they over there on pills and heroin
Forks in they careers so that's real embarrassin'
If I could just get you clean through my charities
I might just let you breathe through me vicariously
But then again, I might not cuz I don't write sparingly
I'm torn between get along, fight, and why can't we
Fuck the Stitches approach
If I have to show up, I'm slashin' your throat
Your arms are too O.G. Maco to box with O.G. Wacko the G.O.A.T
I'm not a factor, I'm the whole problem
Down to subtract for a fraction of folks
Your favorite artist a diva
I put leaves around the heads of non-believers like drawings of Ceasar
Wake me when the sleepers are done ignoring me, bruh
I'll be flying with a full tank of gas on ether
If you from the block, watch y'all sons
Watch y'all daughters, cuz I saw murder
Slaughter much as I saw hot sauce and hot dog water
I came a long way from wishin' under the stars
But I ain't come all of this way just to say I've come this far
Coppin' paintbrushes with black cards
There's no limit when it comes to this art
No need for twitter followers, I dodged prison
I'm the non-equivocal black and at large
Listenin' to a Timbaland track in a villa in Calabasas
I'm that same little Cringer and Battle Cat kid
Addict specialty pen and pad scenematics spazzin'
Fuckin' wit' a bitch about as bad as my spendin' habits
I got nowhere askin' can I have it
All the valuables I have in this world, I had to take it
Had to open King Tut's tomb up in my imagination
Had to separate fear from respect then admiration
Get rid of your fears
Time to remove doubts and
Think about it, there's two sculptors named Gutzon and Lincoln
Who carved dead president heads
Who got paid dead president heads by the president
To move a mountain
Contemporary art deco
We keep the shit rockin' like the dails of Art Basel
Stompin' through this hip-hop shit like it's our step show
We survive
We should have bar mitzvahs for these bars
We the gods
We should shoot bar missiles with these bars
Beat the odds, look at the car see the rides
Don't be surprised, just realize
We ain't runnin' for president
So, we ain't worth shit
Unless we alive
 
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"Death Is Certain Pt. 2 (It Hurts)"
(feat. Cha Cha, Ingrid Smalls)

"Death Is Certain Pt. 2 (It Hurts)"
(feat. Cha Cha, Ingrid Smalls)



[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, my nigga we greater than friends
All we know is the beginnin, nobody controls the way that it ends
I got, the weight of the world on my shoulders
and one phone call can change it - make it fall 'til I'm all caved in
My homie got shot and it's not lookin good for him
No, this is not happenin, knock on wood for him
Speedin to the hospital cryin, askin God, "Why?"
I'm mashin, my car movin as fast as my mind
This is not happenin to me
My homie will not, and I repeat will NOT flatline on me
How can I explain this vividly to your moms
that this is behind entertainment? She won't get it
All she understands is the boy that she raised just might
die in a hospital bed fightin for his life
I'm prayin, standin over you
Lookin at you hooked up to a machine, holdin your hand, sayin
[Chorus: Ingrid Smalls + (Royce)]
Don't you go nowhere.. stay here with me
Cause if you leave meeee.. it hurrrrts so bad
(Death is certainly gon' catch you)
They can take me
(Whoever especially you will be left hurt)
I'll take yo' place
(This is the cold, harshness of life)
(Just when it unfolds you lucky to grow old - life!)
Cause it hurrrrts so bad
[Royce Da 5'9"]
You tearin our team apart
Though time heals all of our wounds it's still leavin a mark
I took it too far; the feelin
that's hidden deep in my heart, comes out, when I look at the scar
And I can't kill, nobody to get you back
Nigga that's somethin that time can't heal
While I'm sayin my grace
I'll be lookin up at the sky, and tellin God that he's makin a mistake
You can't take away one brother and leave the rest of the clique
Lord please, double check yo' list
And if you get to his name and it's a check beside it
Death comes in three's, take me next
.. but don't make me sweat, please
I won't make it, I get restless speculatin
Sons should bury mothers
Every mother don't wanna bury her son, they sayin
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Royce + Cha Cha]
Death is certainly gon' catch you
Whoever especially you will be left hurt
This is the cold, harshness of life
Just when it unfolds you lucky to grow old - life!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
(And) Death is not no option
I'm pullin money outta my pocket tryin to con the doctor
Please, treat this thug the way you would treat yo' baby
The way that you would treat yo' blood, I'll pay!
As heavyweight as we are, I know how you medics are
Cause I be checkin ER everyday
I know we are a hairful - but doc
this ain't one of them that came through shot that shoulda been careful
Cause no dude could bleed; the way his heart pumps
more than any patient that rode through that you seen
The reason that he's my man
Cause I tell him if he can hear me to squeeze my hand and he squeezes
.. so I tell him some things
Don't let them machines help you breathe, don't leave from receivin
'Round quarter to eight - his moms is sleepin
His grip weakens, his squiggly lines go straight (go straight)
Call the doctor, "Give him all you got!
Shock him!" He gon' tell you it's too late
Call the doctor, "Give him all you got!
Shock him!" It's too late
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
[Cha Cha] And death! [echoes]
 
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"Digest"
(feat. Tiara)

"Digest"
(feat. Tiara)



[Mr. Porter:]
See, see God said "Let there be light"
Then he created man who roamed Earth to hunt
Then he created the beast
Nickel let's go

[Royce Da 5'9":]
I bang my weapon, I think grotesque shit before I bless this
Ink on my paper, I R-A-K-I-M with my efforts
I K-R-S it, AK's my preference, how dare y'all mess with me
Lyrically, I bury y'all best shit, I'm here to carry out y'all death wish
They can't digest it
Like injecting bloggers with infections
They can't digest it
They rate my albums, they paint my message
They can't digest it
Call this Inception, Shawshank Redemption
This is my movie, pardon my special effects
I'm sittin' in my jacuzzi
Blessings on blessings, one of us eating
One can't digest shit
I let you pull my chain, I might as well let you come take my necklace
Used to pay out without gettin' back shit
Now I'm collecting, plugging, connected
But know that definitely ain't my confession
Block got turned up like Tetris
Got problems I need correcting
I'm out here bird watching, plus I got a Popeye's obsession
Hot thighs and breasts has guys out right now tryna impress them
Feels like I'm at a drive thru makin' a final selection
This chick tryna find out who I slept with
I'm 'bout to let it happen cause who I smashed was her best friend, that's misdirection
Dealing with women with friends
One thing I learned is my lesson
This like Bob Evans, they share sausage but can't digest it

[Mr. Porter:]
But then God created the woman
And the woman needed to led by something other than man
So he created the queen
Tiara, get 'em

[Tiara:]
They can't digest this
Food for thought cause this flow don't sit well in your small intestines
You know I grace these tracks
Yo eyes closed, amen, yes I blessed it
They can't contest it
No competitions, oh no contestants
I'm giving lessons
Eyes on my pupils, yes, class in session
I do this with no effort, no stressing, so no compression
They fuel off my aggression, I kill shit, that's my profession
You try to come bum my spot, better think twice
Yes, use your discretion
I eat, sleep, breathe my passion for music, this my obsession
Look, hop in the booth and take off
Yep, rocket ship, I'm rockin' shit
Making this hard to digest
I pass right by you chicks, I buy you chicks
Like I'm Warren Sapp, I fly right by you chicks
You say yo cap is fire, whoo
Well, I'm gon' light this fire, bitch
Step if you wanna, I'm wreckin' you up
Talking lots of shit but I'm backin' you up
Get that ass hit like you backin' it up
And I'm killin' the game like the casket is shut
Digest it, they can't digest it
Caitlyn's a man but she's wearin' dresses
They can't digest it
Police killing people where there ain't no justice
They can't digest it
Paris invaded by all the terrorists
We can't digest it
Cure for diseases but never get 'em
How they 'sposed to make money if they ain't got no one infected?
The world gon' end real soon, especially if Trump gets elected

[Mr. Porter, Tiara:]
So, the moral of the story goes
This is plain and dope, this is Bad Half
This is bad dope
Tiara, Royce, Mr. Porter
We can't digest it
 
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"Dinner Time"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)

"Dinner Time"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)



[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo Royce Da 5'9"
Why you wan' share your food with these niggaz?
We don't share food in the recession
Bite these niggaz like you bite the microphone
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Livin legend inside of a Smith & Wesson slidin out of the barrel
I'm fire, don't try me cause I am HOT!
Police cars with they sirens combined when I'm rhymin
Sayin they got a call that somebody 'round here done fired SHOTS!
Mac-11's in order, the flow is like water
Each quote's a quarter of blow, the chorus is followed by the DOT!
Goons, goblins and creatures and monsters are bouncin
and beat ya and stomp ya and eat ya, don't get swallowed by the BLOCK!
I pay a shrink every week to basically tell me
"Lay here and speak to me" just to say how psychotic I am NOT!
I'm too fly with the viral and physical copies, niggaz sloppy
Look up what you under, I'm what you tryin to TOP!
I'm scared and compared to no man, I'm like the big hand on Big Ben
I get in and I'm hittin my numbers 'round the CLOCK!
I'm 'bout to give it back to my nigga Busta Bust and have a seat
It's convenient I'm already coppin a SQUAT! [echoes]
[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
Nowadays when niggaz walk around
they start to look like hamburgers and frankfurters
Aiyyo Royce Da 5'9"
Feed on these motherfuckers homie, c'mon!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Take him, gut him and take out his organs and smorgasbord him
The more important he is I'm toe-taggin his BEAT!
Turn him to chicken chowder, dip him in some sniffin powder
Season him with gasoline and THROW his ass in the CREASE!
Mention my name in a record I'ma come get you lyrically
Individually I'ma take it back to the STREETS!
Cannibalistic mentality, rappers hatin, decapitate him
Rap 'bout what I naturally happen to BE!
Flow is superb and you heard us forget it, two verses
Two murders acquitted, personally it's a wrap, CAPICHE?
Fingers snappin and tappin they feet, clappin what happened the street
'Bout to happily bring it back to the D!
Niggaz claimin harder that all of this time
Niggaz believe him until I see him and then slap him and SEE!
I ain't havin it, havoc is average to me
War's normal, only thing I'm havin is havin a FEAST! [echoes]
[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
Royce Da 5'9", you my dawg and I'm yo' dawg
Bein that I already sic'ed you on these motherfuckers
It's yo' turn to sic me on they ass
Let's go!
[Busta Rhymes]
Every time that I marry the rhyme and the beat
I go hairy and grind in the street then I'm fuckin up E'RYBODY
Mobilizin shit like we gorillas and peelin your skin
like we banana peelers, it's hazardous if you copy
Don't you know that I'm one of the coldest courageous, the boldest contagious
Ain't no one can phase this thing that I do
Well you know since I report the latest that niggaz can't fuck with me
cause I'm the greatest, my shit is sick like the FLU
You see I'm animalistic, the cataclysmic events
that'll happen whenever I grab the mic and talk
Indeed them bag us specifically that I'm hickory dickory dock
of this rizzy, the diddy bop in my walk
Now I'm the messenger to set the temperature nigga
whenever the heat will be needed to hot the block up, I'm sayin
I got the dillinger, Harry Kissinger with the ratchet
The fact is I'm back with the clack and the click, see I ain't playin!
[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
[laughs] Why oh why oh WHY!
Royce Da 5'9" please tell me why!
Why the fuck these niggaz gon' let us get together and do this shit to 'em
It's so fuckin unfair!
Shit is so unfair! [chuckles]
 
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"Don't Hate"

"Don't Hate"


[Royce]
From Sony Records all the way to Optik Records
Yeah
From the US to overseas
The lovely Melbeatz on the instrumentals
Classic
You know how we do

[CHORUS: (Royce &) Savas (2X)]
(Don't hate) das Leben ist Stress genug
Ich hab nichts mit dem Rest zu tun
Die siehst wie die meisten nur Scheiss verbreiten
? doch l¤sst es zu
(You don't want it with) mir oder meiner Crew
Ich fick alle Idioten mit einer Line und zerreiss
Jeden am Mic der redet und meint dass er irgendwas weiss

[VERSE 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Niggas'll leave your brains number than veins
In the streets where pumpers can preach caine
In numbers and train like somethin you teach
Niggas comin is targeted, my niggas, they vain
With guns with range that'll aim and dump at the market
I don't know if you got enough heat for that beef that you started
With a nigga that's stupid, whose piece is retarted
I'm keepin parts of your name and your look
Parts of your brain, pick a part to sling in your hooks
Then I'm hangin you up
This is not the year for the vets
This is the year for the soldier who's rollin over cadets
With explosive cassettes, even long figures, still it's respect
Shit, I'm still a threat
That's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest nigga that's rhymin in Rock City
All these ? can die in denial or rock with me

[CHORUS (2X)]

[VERSE 2: Kool Savas]
Du willst Fame indem du mich disst
Doch ich ìbernehme das Game hier wie Kiss
Komm auf die Bìhne und battle mich, Bitch
Probier wie man tìrkische Penise kìsst
Du w¤rst gerne wie ich, true und normal
Kool und loyal, fresher als jeder
Ich schreibe am Meter, zerstìckel die Hater
Und arbeite mehr als ich muss wie ein Streber
Baammm - hier ist mein Album und bye
Ich bin wie meine Nìsse, alleine zu zweit
Sitze zu Haus, chill und mach nix
Hær dann auf Kiss, "dirty und tight"
Fick jeden am Mic, jeden der meint
Er flowt und ist besser als ich wenn er reimt
Du hast œberkomplexe, machs ìber die S¤tze
Und spittest auf deinen Tracks immer als letzter
Komm, ich hab noch Lines fìr dich, Homes
Schein am Mic bis jeder sich sonnt
Most Wanted Rapper bei WOM
Drop Hits wie Bomben und fliege davon
Bigger als Pun, fetter als Joe
Der erste deutsche Rapper der flowt
Kommt ihr Verr¤ter, ich fick euch am Mikro
Und geb euch den Penis wie Peter
Ihr kænnt jetzt alle zurìck auf die Bank
In die Uni, gib lieber dein Mic aus der Hand
Denn ich streiche die Jobs, reim wie der Boss
Rede Schmock, ich sperr dich ein wie die Cops
Spitte wie der Mack und battle jeden der denkt
Er reimt wie ich, ertr¤nk dich vor den Augen der Fans
Und wenn mich jeder liebt oder kein Mensch mehr kennt
Ich reim on bis jeder von euch am Mic verbrennt

[CHORUS (2X)]

[VERSE 3: Tre Little]
Yo, I'ma hurt the game that's dirt, let me explain your worth
You look like him but sound like her
You want an Eminem flow with a 5'9" voice
Weird signs, y'all niggas is hoes - oh!
You want Jiggaman's movements, Timbaland's music
Musiq on the hook with Kevin Lyle's approvement
Dupri do the remix, Nas do the verses
Nate Dogg do the hooks - number one single!
Keep your album grimey, you go and get The LOX
You pay em top dollar, they don't like you, pops
Sheek wanna fight you, Styles wanna pop you
Jada just don't like you, what the game made you
Meth can't stand you cause your weed is weak
And Primo been sayin yeah but you ain't seen that beat
Dub C wanna quit cause of niggas like you
Vanilla Ice is comin back cause of niggas like you
Ghostwriters get paid cause of niggas like you
Swear to God, Tre Little hate niggas like you
Neptunes for your second single, it's gettin nauseous
All this Cris-poppin and wrist watches
 
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"Dope!"
(feat. Loren W. Oden)

"Dope!"
(feat. Loren W. Oden)



[Intro - Lincoln & Porsche:]
Hello
Hey Lincoln
Hey Porsche what's up
Hey baby what's up
Nah nothing much, what's up with you?
Nah nothing, got this broke ass nigga outside
Oh y'all about to go out? Hang?
I ain't going out for long
Probably cause he don't be blowing no good
Naw baby he ain't like you, he don't be blowing no good
Haha well shit I got hotpockets in the oven, what you need?
I wanna see you later
Well my son do got a basketball game later on, but that lil nigga ain't even starting so
You so crazy
Yeah I'm... I can save that gas, I'll be through there

[Verse 1:]
I been waiting in this bitch driveway for an hour my nigga, hell no
There's only one way I can fix this problem my nigga, that's sell dope
I ain't come in this bitch to politic or rub elbows
Even my own bitch know I'm mentally unavailable, I'm busy, I sell dope
I'm focused, I'm focused, I'm focused on three things
That's go and buy three chains, that's fuck your bitch at my earliest convenience and sell dope
When I'm with her she creeping on you, when I hit it I hit it with my phone on speaker phone
While she's moaning I'm still tryna, tryna sell dope
My teacher asked me what I wanna do when I grow up, I told her "Bitch, sell dope"
She told me go to the principle's office, I went to go sell dope
I don't care about y'all, what y'all wear, where y'all been
All I know is I'm fresh as fuck from head to toe
If you don't like it you can get the fuck out my car go over there somewhere over there [?] (you rude)
And when you see that bum make sure you tell him I said that I sell dope
For all the times I was dead broke
Speaking of dead, when I die, I swear I'm a try, I'm a still try to sell dope, sell dope

[Hook 1:]
There's no other life out here I know
So I guess I should...
Sell dope
This is the only life for me
So I...
Sell dope
The nights are long and cold
Long and cold
But out here on these streets you'd swear I had pure gold
Pure gold
In my hands I hold your hope
Nigga cause I...
Sell dope

[Verse 2:]
This bitch told me I can't get them digits my nigga, my nigga, aw hell no
It's only one way I'm a fix this my nigga, that's sell dope
A fan asked me for a picture, I squatted down for a jail pose
Then I dashed before the flash could finish, I forgot I had to go sell dope
What news you got, if it ain't about selling dope, I can't take it
The doctor gave me five months to live, I told her "Nigga, I can't make it"
Tell whoever set my expiring date I had a prior engagement to sell dope
That's why I'm in every discussion, I could sell a whale a bucket
Of well water, I could sell Harriot Tubman a mothafuckin' railroad
I'm the flower with the thorn rising out the concrete, y'all just born on Melrose
I stay strapped, I stay strapped like velcro
When I meet new people I introduce myself as "I sell dope"
I just had a job interview, they asked if I ever been to jail before
I said "Yes" then I got up and left, like fuck this shit I'm a sell dope
Cause right now I'm dead broke
Speaking of dead, when I die, I swear I'm a try, I'm a still try to sell dope, I'm a try to sell dope

[Hook 2:]
There's no other life out here I know
So I should...
Sell dope
This is the only life I know
The nights are long and cold
Long and cold
But out here on these streets you'd swear I had pure gold
Pure gold
In my hands I hold your hope
Nigga cause I...
Sell dope

[Outro:]
America, America, God shed His grace on thee
America, America, when will we all be free?
(I say it every day of my life God bless America)
 
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"ER"
(feat. Kid Vishiz)

"ER"
(feat. Kid Vishiz)



[Intro:]
[Man #1:] Security to the ER! [beat starts]
[Man #2:] Security to the ER!
[Man #1:] All doctors to the ER!
[Female:] All doctors!
[Man #2:] All doctors to the ER!
[Man #1:] Security to the ER!
[Female:] All doctors to the ER!
[Man #2:] Security to security!
[Man #1:] Security to the ER!
[Female:] All doctors to doctors!
[Man #1:] All doctors to security!
[Man #2:] Security to the ER! [echoes]

[Royce Da 5'9":]
STOP!
Picture me in scrubs in a room with Hip-Hop
Operatin' on it with my instruments. (aaahhh!) - I'm THE DOC! - It's crunch time!
Line up rappers I don't like and call that shit - "punchline". (punchline!)
These niggas E-BEEFIN'! - That ain't what wars about (wars about!)
Ain't nothin' dyin' but the game; pull the organs out! (organs out!)
These niggas dissin' like they wondering where Malcolm's at
Till I split 'em where their SCALP is at. - WHERE MY SCALPEL AT?! (whoooo!)
I ain't been hearin' HEART! (HEART!) - I'm 'bout to check his PULSE (pulsssse!)
With my stethoscope, pressed against the record sto'. (RECORDS, THO!)
We ride in! - We gon' W-I-N.
I will check a bitch's - ASS, LIKE A' OB/GYN! (whooo!)
I'm respected like a killer. - Or wreckin' like - Thriller!
I will keep a taaaab on you like - Twitter!
Now feel the hate and roll. (grow!)
Nickel give 'em oxygen and shock 'em with - THAT, THAT DEFIBRILLATOR FLOOOWWW! (FLOOOWWW!)

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" {Female}]
As long as I'm aliiive, - the game gon' be breathin'.
Even though it's [gasps] - wheezin'!
Hit him like-like - CLEAR, CLEAR! (BZZZZ!)
Wake his ass up, he was sleepin'! - Yeeaah!

I said as long as I'm aliiive, - the game gon' be breathin'.
Even though it's [gasps] - wheezin'!
Hit him like-like - CLEAR, CLEAR! (BZZZZ!)
Wake his ass up, he was sleepin'! [flatline] {Security to the ER!} [echoes]

[Kid Vishis:]
I'm aliiiive! (I'm aliiiive!)
They almost killed me but I survived, Hip-Hop has been revived.
Surprise! (OKAY, DOC'!) [electric shock] OWW! STOP SHOCKIN' ME NOW!
Tell your nurse she could put the scalpel down.
I'm back ready to rap, took a little nap, - ready to go off.
Stick to my pen? Never again - will I ever doze off!
No more - bozo rap, it hurt me!
The new dojo - in beast mode, I'm John Crease. - NO MERCY! (NO MERCY!)
My saliva and spit could fly through a brick;
Put your ass by a lighter and spit gas at the fire flick. (fire flick!)
Gave up on me, huh?
I was worse than the racists and rapists; now I'm feeling like Kobe 'fore he scored eighty-ONE!
Really feelin' NEW!
Missed me with the skinny jeans and Uggs, fuck outta here! - I ain't feelin' YOU! (FEELIN' YOU!)
Fuckin' incredible! - I can dig a hole to hell,
Just to beat the devil over the head With a fuckin' shovel!

[Chorus]
 
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"Everybody Goes"
(feat. Ingrid Smalls)

"Everybody Goes"
(feat. Ingrid Smalls)



["If you need me I will be nearby, mountain high, valley low.."]
["If you need me I will be nearby, mountain high, valley low.."]

[Royce Da 5'9" + (Ingrid Smalls)]
Hold it.. uhh.. uhh.. uhh
It depends on the type of men you keep in your regime
And when it's beef just how extreme they will go
You should bust yo' gat with care
Nigga go to jail, I get you stabbed for a pack of squares
It's more to me, look - past the beef
I'm laughin that's why this album is so morbidly put
.. I tote twice - just in case
I gotta shoot you and throw away my future for yo' life
I could knock you out
I'd rather stand over you holdin a smokin gun, nigga WATCH yo' mouth
You can go in that booth and call me all kinds of names
but motherfucker you gotta come out
So whoever hatin my team
Remember who the gun totin, who provoked the fat lady to sing
It's one rule everybody should know
Everybody should calm down and just live cause (everybody goes)

[Chorus: Royce + (Ingrid Smalls)]
While all you front, the big picture stays the same
You can change the frame all you want
You can pretend all you wanna pretend
It's all gon', violently come to an end (Everybody goes)
Die soldiers, try to live for the moment
We all borrow tomorrow, this is what God hones us
The biggest Indian giver, he gon' take it back
Erase you, I'm statin facts to (everybody)

[Royce Da 5'9" + (Ingrid Smalls)]
Narcissistic rhyme style comes equipped with the
guns and clips are hungry, click in my compound
The M.I.C., represents the, strength of henchmen
Here to get the attention of (everybody)
Now that you listenin, nigga why you dissin?
I can get to your brain quicker than what you sniffin
I can open your mind
Quicker than that marijuan' that you smokin and close both of your eyes
Toe-taggin; break you apart, break your momma's heart
All because your brothers is holdin a closed casket
The pinnacle of the word 'absurd'
The centerfold of murder when the un-preventable occurs
We do it with minimal words
Dependin on the person sent to hurt you might give you a criminal slur
This mac-10 is a blur - bullets is fast
I'm a cowboy, I wear my Timbs with spurs (Everybody goes)

[Chorus]

["Valley low.."]
["Mountain high, valley low.."]
 
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"Far Away"

"Far Away"


[Intro: Royce]
Yeah, what's up girl?
This my love song
Maybe you should or maybe you just shouldn't
Cause baby I wanna take you so far awayyyyyyy, ayy
I'm just playin, I don't really wanna take yo' ass nowhere
Let's do the real song, C'MON!

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
Maybe you should or maybe you just shouldn't
Cause baby this gun'll take you so far awayyyyyyy, ayy
(He'll walk right up and murder youuuu)
Maybe you should or maybe you shouldn't
Cause me and my goons'll take you so far awayyyyyyyyyy
Ayy

[Royce Da 5'9"]
It's definitely a burner
It's on cause that beef be the recipe to murder
Whoever's in my session's an accessory to murder
My words put niggaz to bed, my records be the Serta
Ay, the raw grind is comin up like wall climbers
Big shit poppin, them pricks is small timers
And y'all must've FORGOT
Like Juelz Santana perform at Hip Hop Honors with the Alzheimer's
I hear you woofin, c'mon, come to the dog diner
We all eat dogs, we roar, we bark buyers
You can't walk by us and talk fly or we'll hogtie ya
Nickel done fucked around and caught fire
I carry the torch and split a nigga up, up
Somebody gon' die, die like a scary divorce
Of course my goons is astoundin
Nigga I use the Auto-Tune because I'm clownin!

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nigga you don't want a problem
I'm photogenic, my image belong on a dollar
Authentic, my tennis shoes should have "I'm killin you" written on the side of
The willingness to go in, like whatever's inside of a diver
Get in his ass like a sodomizer
Fix him by any means like the plot of "MacGyver"
Nickel runnin for shit, you need to vote for him
They unloadin his flow off of the boat for him
Pardon me Miss Sniffle Nose, the coke charm
I spit shit crazy, with the toast arms
My kicks is crazy, like in "Zohan"
I'm the nucleus of this like a proton
Gat supplier - red nose
Carving yo' staff or shire, rap for hire
Niggaz is corny by nature - on top of that
Niggaz arms is shorter than my nigga Vinnie from Naughty By Nature

[Chorus]
 
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"Flesh"

"Flesh"


[Intro:]
Baby! Baby!
Damn, slow down a little bit
I just wanna get to know you baby
You know what I'm saying?
I don't wanna bite you, it's all chicken except for the bone
Shit, I'm just
Hey, I'm getting a little money out here
I just wanna spread the wealth
You know what I'm saying?
I got, I got money, I got credit cards, I got PayPal cards
What ever you want to do, we could do EBT
You need groceries?
Shit baby, what you looking at?
What the fuck you see over there?
A Unicorn?
[Verse 1:]
Niggas sweat bitches
While bitches sweat the chill nigga in the sweats
If you don't get no respect
It really don't matter, you could be Louis Vuitton'd up
You might as well have on Von Dutch and Tommy Hilfiger with a debt
I don't do dirt, I don't call scenes
I send niggas through to leave a mess
[Hook:]
I'm a real nigga in the flesh
I will find a bitch in distress
I will make her feel so alive
Then beat her with the dick of death
Real nigga in the flesh
If shit ain't right between us
We will leave a nigga left
Real nigga in the flesh
[Verse 2:]
I despise rapping niggas
Y'all niggas fly private, I come sky jack you niggas
You disrespect me, I'll get on board with three Ks out
And go to your PJ's pilot
Tell him I need those jet's keys like I'm DJ Khaled
Seems like every artist out there snorting coke and smoking base
I just opened up the briefcase and dumped out the contents
To close up an open case
If my soul shall rise, I'm a lift the hood up like Tray Martin
I'm a clapper, they targets
They trappers, I'm a convict slash escape artist
[Hook:]
I'm a real nigga in the flesh
Find the bitches bitch in distress
I will make her feel so alive
Then beat them with the dick of death
Real nigga in the flesh
If shit ain't right between us
We will leave a nigga left
Real nigga in the flesh
[Verse 3:]
I'm p-o-p you d-u-d
You bark up this tree, I'll make you turn over three new leafs
You live right by the code or get left like three two three
I'm A Tribe Called Quest, I'm the new G
I'm here going dumber than Tweedledee
I'll these youngin's wanna redo me, like these movies
Cause I'm so Pablo Escobar-esque
Elephant in the room, never out my element
Oh, always on my P's and Q's like RSTUV
Ah, never tell your in-tell to a gent who's intelligent
Cause he'll tell a friend who'll then shall attempt
To turn bullets into shells to spend, and turn humans in skeletons
Yeah
[Hook:]
I'm a real nigga in the flesh
I will find the bitches in distress
Make them feel so alive
Then beat them with the dick of death
Real nigga in the flesh
If shit ain't right between us
We will leave a nigga left
Real nigga in the flesh
[Verse 4:]
I'm breaking now cause I'm dating goddesses
The haters tried but couldn't feed me salt
Cause I seasoned all them
Now I'm raking dollars in
Say goodbye, I'm finna take you outta here
You can't deny it, I'm the H in igher
Here the four door Porsche or whatever vehicle
I nigga like Lincoln couldn't survive without made it out and over four scores and seven years ago
I know time flies by, yours tick-tick-tick
Mines whip-whip-whip like eleven layers ago
My flow so heaven sent
When I go to heaven, I'm a go "Heaven here you go"
I'm a go tell God "I know I promised that I'd never steal your flow", I lied
Ain't nothing like side pussy on my dick
Word to that motherfucking DJ Quik
Bunch of girls wanna have a bunch of relations
Even when the nigga wanna be they friend
I learned that faithful women need they men
They don't really wanna leave they men
They just don't wanna get a phone call
From another chick saying where he done been
If your 'bout to leave better ask yourself questions
Like "fight for her? Why?"
You better step up and fight for her like you're fighting for Hawaii
You motherfucking B.J Penn
I'm a real nigga in the flesh
My wife almost left me but she ain't do it
I don't like the way ex-wives sound, that don't got a ring to it
 
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