Boom (Video Version)

Note: This is the video version of the song. I'll soon have the

album version ready.

*ticking sounds*

Uh!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

tick tick tick, yeah! 5'9'' uh...

Yo...

I'm the verbal spit Smith Wesson

I unload with a sick spit that quick wick to split asplit-second

Bomb with a lit wick expression

You here a tick tick when you testing...

My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits

So trust me, I'm as live as it gets

Everybody clamin the best and head the throne

Since B.I.G is gone

If you ask me, they Dead Wrong

My flow is hotter than the flash from the click

When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip

Wined up in a room full of my dogs

I have you feelin like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs

So come come now

Get pissed on, shitted on

Tough talk turns into "Can't we all just get along?"

You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on

You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song

My gun strrr-utters when it speeks to you

Utter shit to repeat to you

Nothing to clip then give a speak you you

Me and Premier, we kinda the same in ways

We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways

Rap now is a circus of clowns

A whole lot of lip from clicks I'll probably rap circles around

I'm the next best to reach you

Peak formely known as the best kept secret

I guess that I just leaked it...

Chorus:

Boom!

Somebody better duck or run

Somebody better (huch up this spot to blow, oh)

Royce 5'9''

I'm a motherfuckin star

I don't battle no mo'

I provide the guns clappin around of applause after the show

We can go toe-to-toe cuz ain't callin you hot

Steppin around all you punches like "That's all you got?"

Everyday I'm meetin somebody and all of they peeps

Quick to shake a niggas hand and show me all of they teeth

And these bitches I'll be patting their asses so stay ??

Dumb and goggle-eyed lookin at me, batting their lashes

Rappers think Detroit niggas not as down as them

Or since that I'm down with Slim that I sound like him

Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell

And say faggot shit to me like "I look like L"

My advice, quit talkin, it's over

I was knockin niggas out while you were knockin

Stick off their shoulders

I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat

I got regrets older than some of you so-called vets

Niggas say I found God with the follow

Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to theshow

Ain't a nigga touchin mines

When you listen to my shit you don't chew, you don't breathe,

You don't miss a fuckin line

Everytime I spit, I tick to show you it hot

Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your box

Boom!

Royce 5'9''

Chorus

Royce...5'9''

Reporter: Recording line from station 37, we got a ?? named

Royce da 5'9'' who has a bomb planted in him. It can blow up inany second...

Royce 5...

*explosion*

*ticking sounds*