Boom

Ugh boom boom

Tick-tick-tick

Yeah 5'9, ugh

Yo, I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson

I unload with a sick spit

The quick wit to split a split-second

Bomb with a lit wick expression

You here a tick tick then you testing

My saliva and spit can split

Thread into fiber and bits

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

Everybody claiming they

The best and head the throne

Since B.I.G is gone

If you ask me

They dead wrong

My flow is hotter than

The flash from the click

When the hammer slaps

The bullet on the as* from the clip

You wind up in a room full of my dawgs

I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant

In a room full of dogs

So come, come now

Get pissed on, sh*tted 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 speaks to you

Utter shit to repeat to you

Nothing to clip, then

Give a speech to you

Me and Premier, we kind

Of the same in ways

We both speak with our hands

In dangerous ways

Rap now is a circus of clowns

A whole lot of lip from clicks

I'll probably rap circles around

I'm the next best to reach a

Peak formerly known

As the best keep secret

I guess that I just leaked it

Boom, somebody

Better duck or run

Somebody better hush up

'Cause he's about to come

This man got real

Royce 5'9"

Boom, somebody

Better duck or run

Somebody better hush up

'Cause he's about to come

This man got real

Royce 5'9"

I'm a motherfucking star

I don't battle no mo'

I provide the the gun clapping

Around of applause after the show

We can go toe to toe

'Cause they calling you hot

Stepping around all your

Punches like "That's all you got?"

Everyday I'm meeting somebody

And all of they peeps

Quick to shake a nigga's hand

And show me all of they teeth

And these bitches

I be patting they asses

They be all dumb and

Goggley eyed looking at me

Batting they lashes

Rappers think Detroit niggas

Not as down as them

Or since I'm down with

Slim that I sound like him

Quick to judge me and tell me

That my hook might sell

And say faggot shit

To me like "I look like L"

My advice quit talking it's over

I was knocking niggas out

While you were knocking

Sticks off of they shoulders

I got dirt done in the past,

I know y'all sweat

I got regrets older than

Some of you so called vets

Niggas say I found God with the flow

Bring the police to the studio

And bring the bomb squad to the show

Ain't a nigga touching mines

When you listen to my sh*t

You don't chew, you don't breathe

You don't miss a f***ing line

Every time I spit

I tick to show you it's hot

Leave me in the deck too long

I blow up your box

Boom

This man got real

Royce 5'9"

Boom, somebody

Better duck or run

Somebody better hush up

'Cause he's about to come

This man got real

Royce 5'9"

Boom, somebody

Better duck or run

Somebody better hush up

'Cause he's about to come

This man got real

Royce 5'9"

This man got real

Royce 5'9"

This man got real

Royce 5'9"