Royce Da 5'9"

"The Kiss (Skit)"

[Eminem] I'm gonna kill this bitch. I'm gonna kill her. I'm going to fuckin' jail, cause i'm gonna kill this bitch.
[Gary] Yo' man, I don't know.
[Eminem] What?
[Gary] I got a really, really bad feelin' about this.
[Eminem] Man, will you shut the fuck up Gary. You've always got a bad feeling man. That's her car right there. Just park.
[Gary] Allright, just let me park. I'm parking!
[Eminem] Fuckin', turn the car off dog.
[Gary] Alright.
[Eminem] Alright, we wait.
[Gary] We wait for what?
[Eminem] We wait until she comes out. Man, i'm gonna fuckin' kill her.
[Gary] Man, you ain't gonna kill nobody.
[Eminem] Man, just shut the fuck up dog.
[Gary] What the fuck did you bring that for?
[Eminem] Just shut up, fuckin' clip is empty.
[Gary] Don't point that shit at me!
[Eminem] It's not even loaded bitch, look!
[Gary] Dude! God I fuckin' hate when you do that shit.
[Eminem] Ha ha, ya but it's funny as fuck.
[Gary] You're gonna fuck around and kill me one of these days, I swear.
[Eminem] It get's you every time. Is that her?
[Gary] Where?
[Eminem] Right there motherfucker.
[Gary] Yeah, fuck.
[Eminem] Alright, get up, get up.
[Gary] Here we go again.
[Eminem] Get down!
[Gary] What the fuck do you want me to do get under the car?
[Eminem] Yo', who's she walkin' with?
[Gary] How the fuck am I supposed to know? You told me to duck down.
[Eminem] It's the fucking bouncer. Did she just kiss him?
[Gary] I don't think so.
[Eminem] Dog, she just fuckin' kissed him.
[Gary] No, she didn't!
[Eminem] She's kissing him dog!
[Gary] No she's not...oh shit.
[Eminem] C'mon, motherfucker!
[Gary] MAARRSSHH!!!

[Intro]
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, it's just so disproportionate


[Chorus]
Sometimes life seems so unfortunate, that's why I don't give a shit.
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, it's just so disproportionate.
You don't know just what I've gone through, that's why I would rather show you
just how far that I can take it, every rule, I'm breaking it


[Eminem]


Terrible but not rippable, invincible I hung invisible,
Fucking mistletoe over the world that stuck my ass up under it now pucker up them lips and kiss it hoes
Here we go
Bad and Evil so you know how this'll go the competition's miserable we stomp them bitches , this is no joke
Going overboard like someone threw us off the boat
Choke, apart from all the smoke
I'm trying to stay on fire so you know if I hate fucking water sprinklers I don't want a hoes
Someone left a cat out the bag now it's time to stuff his face
Bag in that bitch thought of that little motherfucker till it suffocates, who
You, handeling the ? tryna be so sick when the Bad and Evil was reunited hey
Came back to annihilate the games and dive straight this into this highway,
Word of Satan there's a drop full of ? Ouija board and I pray
Now I lay me down to sleep, I do this shit in my sleep
So now imagine if I awake!
I'm champ, bitch, I've never tasted Cannibus can never be no damn a wuss so pussy never mushy so you can't squish
No where near twisted, in fact if I jump out a ? taxi
Only time you'll hear me say I ambush
Outlandish, these words are weapons that I brandish
Stand off, wish the hoes get your hands off, this can't tie bitch
So why the fuck would I sugar coat it for?
No, fuck protocol, I'd holla at this whore but now my throat is sore



[Chorus]
Sometimes life seems so unfortunate, that's why I don't give a shit.
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, it's just so disproportionate.
You don't know just what I've gone through, that's why I would rather show you
just how far that I can take it, every rule, I'm breaking it



[Royce]
Baby I'm lawless, you couldn't burn me if you trew acid on me,
I'm at your homie, I'm at your home ready to spray you while you nappin' only have
everything on and around your matrass looking like a world in front of a matrimony - you high
Thug yeah, go ahead, jump no matter how high you get, you're gonna come up short like Spud Webb
My DUI's get waved like saying bye, still rotten with no one else like James Todd can't change eye
I thank God for my safe thinking last time I was safethinking me and my niggers was doing a bank job
I stay violent y'all going to Beach Rock, you got a mouth like Kanye, I knock your whole bottom row of teeth out
No disrespecting Mr. West, shit I'm just nice with mine and it's just rap I'm just like Ricky Hatton, I just like to rhyme
These weak rappers wanna set us up, they never tough, they ask me for a hook I tell em left or right head or gut,
What you're all messing with, is a nigger that will leave you fubar, fucked up beyond all recognition
Y'all are rockstars, I'm the opposite, I could just throw a rock and hit a star, for the fuck of it
Partner you not hard I'll body you hot bars, beef has left you praying right, like allah hoo akhbar
Let's go, when I leave y'all shot you ain't gonna be on your metro, In a bad area they call ?


[Chorus]
Sometimes life seems so unfortunate, that's why I don't give a shit.
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, it's just so disproportionate.
You don't know just what I've gone through, that's why I would rather show you
just how far that I can take it, every rule, I'm breaking it

Uhh.. boom...
Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5'9 uhh
Yo..

I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson
I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You here a tick tick then you testin..
My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claimin 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 ass 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, shitted on
Tough talk turns to, '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 the 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 cliques I'd 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
(Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up)
'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9'

(Boom!)
Somebody better duck or (RUN)
Somebody better
(Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up)
'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9'

I'm a motherfuckin star, I don't battle no mo'
I provide the the gun clappin around of applause after ya show
We can go toe to toe cuz they calling you hot
Steppin around all ya punches like, 'That's all you got?'
Everyday I'm meetin 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 pattin they asses
They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes
Rappers think Detroit niggaz 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 knockin niggaz out when you was knockin sticks offa they shoulders
I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat
I got regrets older than some of you so called vets
Niggaz 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 shit - you don't chew, you don't breathe,
you'll miss a fucking 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!

'God..God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9'

'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9'
'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9'
'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9'

'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9'
'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9'
'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9'

*ticking*

[Royce Da 5'9]
Uhh.. boom...
Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5'9 uhh
Yo..

I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson
I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You here a tick tick then you testin..
My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claimin 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 ass 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, shitted on
Tough talk turns to, "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 the 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 cliques I'd 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

[Hook - 2X]
(Boom!)
Somebody better duck or (RUN)
Somebody better (Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up)
"Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "..Royce 5'9"


I'm a motherfuckin star, I don't battle no mo'
I provide the the gun clappin around of applause after ya show
We can go toe to toe cuz they calling you hot
Steppin around all ya punches like, "That's all you got?"
Everyday I'm meetin 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 pattin they asses
They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes
Rappers think Detroit niggaz 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 knockin niggaz out when you was knockin sticks offa they shoulders
I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat
I got regrets older than some of you so called vets
Niggaz 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 shit - you don't chew, you don't breathe,
you'll miss a fucking 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! *explosion*

"God..God-damn!" "..Royce 5'9"

[Hook - 2x]

"Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "..Royce.. 5'9"
"Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "..Royce 5'9"
"Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!" "...Royce 5'9"

*ticking* .. *explosion* .. *more ticking*

Uhh.. boom...
Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5'9 uhh
Yo..

I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson
I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You here a tick tick then you testin..
My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claimin 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 ass 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, shitted on
Tough talk turns to, '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 the 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 cliques I'd 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
(Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up)
'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9'

(Boom!)
Somebody better duck or (RUN)
Somebody better
(Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up)
'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9'

I'm a motherfuckin star, I don't battle no mo'
I provide the the gun clappin around of applause after ya show
We can go toe to toe cuz they calling you hot
Steppin around all ya punches like, 'That's all you got?'
Everyday I'm meetin 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 pattin they asses
They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes
Rappers think Detroit niggaz 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 knockin niggaz out when you was knockin sticks offa they shoulders
I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat
I got regrets older than some of you so called vets
Niggaz 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 shit - you don't chew, you don't breathe,
you'll miss a fucking 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!

'God..God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9'

'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9'
'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9'
'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9'

'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9'
'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9'
'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9'

Uhh.. boom...
Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5'9 uhh
Yo..

I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson
I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You here a tick tick then you testin..
My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claimin 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 ass 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, shitted on
Tough talk turns to, '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 the 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 cliques I'd 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
(Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up)
'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9'

(Boom!)
Somebody better duck or (RUN)
Somebody better
(Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up)
'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9'

I'm a motherfuckin star, I don't battle no mo'
I provide the the gun clappin around of applause after ya show
We can go toe to toe cuz they calling you hot
Steppin around all ya punches like, 'That's all you got?'
Everyday I'm meetin 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 pattin they asses
They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes
Rappers think Detroit niggaz 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 knockin niggaz out when you was knockin sticks offa they shoulders
I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat
I got regrets older than some of you so called vets
Niggaz 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 shit - you don't chew, you don't breathe,
you'll miss a fucking 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!

'God..God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9'

'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9'
'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9'
'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9'

'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9'
'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9'
'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9'

<i>[Intro: Royce]</i>
{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all been frontin
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin

<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
I'm the king of the backpackers
This T-bone contact to any wack rapper
It's biometric how I wet ya
My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless
BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop
In the same booth the federales tryin to run through
Like, like {"three-four"} we raw
Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw
I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump
You could name whoever you want
Wayne... Yay... Jay
Hahaha, I'm just playin wit 'em...
I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip
You take me serious then I might trip
About {"seven-eight"} niggaz and die
Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride
I'm the right-on truth
And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew
Joey... Crooked... Ortiz
Slaughterhouse!

<i>[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"}
Y'all been frontin (uh-huh)
Without a ounce of thuggin
You go against me, you too can count for nothin
Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like
Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin

<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
(Woo!) I'm what choice is to option
Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing
(Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes, it's a couple dope dealers
somewhere that got rich livin the shit that I spit (me!)
I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate
I know every point what I count like a Q&A
It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box
Since it's Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me Fire Crotch
I'm seein clear like a MyBot
I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot
I spit fire like Izod, why not
Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mock
And y'all cryin like babies over the net
I should call you niggaz Lady Gaga
I call, "You and Em need to get together
Y'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!"
If I die I'ma leave heat
I'ma leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat
Don't try to ban the drummer
He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
(Ahh) I put the gun to lames
Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game
Five shots on my block
is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops
With both eyes I see you got no sides
Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties
... All you stand
Grab a bitch ass like "Aye," call me OJ Da Juiceman
... I get away with murder
That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger
I'm tryin to shake it like a Polaroid
They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy
I said

<i>[Chorus]</i>

[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*}

[Chorus]
Oh, all around the World,
there's an echo
as he takes a bow
And they all know all the girls, the boys
they chase the noise
through the highs and through the lows
they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo
they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo

[Royce]
Classical palms
battle my own demons
I need a glass of Patron
bad as I need a horn
stabbing my clavicle bone
I'm at it or prone
first time I seen a dessert eagle
I was letting the 44 buss
the 44 pop
first time you seen one, you was eating coco puffs
looking at Robocop
I'm not a man, I'm a logo, I'm sustain
in order to clean my things you need saline
I'm never refering to the solution
I'm talking about more like the mustang vroom
get respect from the get-go, hello
set to the echo, pyscho
pen got a mind of its own, gotta write my rhymes with a timer otherwise
I'll probably vibe out to a nine minute song
as the echo follows the Maserati
as the petrol swallows,
I'm a thousand bodies away from a skeleton
check your bible inside it, it will say this guys an elephant
I'm fly like I'm, killing the scene like I'm a villain with wings
I'll sleep when I'm 6 feet deep,
right now I'm living a dream
though we may be reckless
the ladies check us
they whisper Shady records
baby echo

[Chorus]
Oh, all around the World,
there's an echo
as he takes a bow
And they all know all the girls, the boys
they chase the noise
through the highs and through the lows
they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo
they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo

[Eminem]
I can hear them calling, calling, calling, calling, calling
I eat rappers with the rhyme, consume 'em
the only fucking thing that you consume is time
I'm super human, my world is like a Rubiks cube
its too complex girl, you assuming, cupids looming
my mentality's caveman stupid woman
my life is Truman show, all I have is music hoe
I stopped chasing every chick under the sun many moons ago
so pretend my dick is a balloon and blow
cause you better put a fork in it if you think I'mma lay here just spooning yo
oh you think you the shit 'cause I just said you was beautiful
diabolical, till the last molecule, down to my last hair folicle and cuticle
rotten to the core, to the bunghole all the way down...
to my sock and the hair on my toe
learn how to sew, so shut my own booty hole
cause I ain't took no sh-t since I looked down to my nuts and saw my first pubic grow
I told these stupid hoes when I come back I'mma set this bitch on fire
and this time I mean Imma pour gasoline on some chick and light her
cause this time muthafuckers I'm put my whole God-damn dick inside her
I ain't even put my tip in that hoe yet
I'ma go get TIP and try to rip it wider

[Chorus]
Oh, all around the World,
there's an echo
as he takes a bow
And they all know all the girls, the boys
they chase the noise
through the highs and through the lows
they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo
they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo

<i>[Intro: Royce]</i>
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!

<i>[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
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

<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
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!

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

[Royce Da 5'9"]
First verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island
My life's ridin' on the autobahn on autopilot
Before I touch dirt, I'll kill y'all with kindness
I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse
You've been warned if you've been born or if you conform
Slap up a cop and then snatch 'em outta his uniform
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas's intellect mad slow, y'all fags know, claimin' you bangin'
You flamin', bet you could light your own cigarette with ya asshole
Me and Shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cashflow
I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke
Though I ain't wrapped tight, my blood type's the 80's
My 90's was like the Navy, you was like the Brady's, you still fly kites daily

[Eminem]
Catch me in my Mercedes, bumpin' Ice Ice Baby
Screamin' Shady 'til I die, like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy
So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze
And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady
Wait, no, stop me now 'fore I get on a roll (Danish) Let me tell you
What this pretty little dame's name is cause she's kinda famous
And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this Nicki Minaj
But I wanna stick my penis in your anus!
You morons think that I'm a genius
Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum cleanin'
Try them trailer parks, crazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby
And that's back with a capital B with an exclamation mark
Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics
Cause I'mma rip this mystical slick shit
You don't wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit, cause after
I spit the bullets, I'mma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
I'mma kick the ballistics, so get this dick, I'mma live this

[Hook: Sly]
Livin' life in the fast lane
Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now
I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride
Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit
At war with a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs
My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins
I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you take me
You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpes, Jack Kevorkian"
Go back and forfeit, more beef that you can pack a fork in
I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down, my tenement too many now
To send my serenity powers, spin 'em around, enterin' in the vicinity

[Eminem]
Now, was called Eminem, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper
Chewed him up.. and spitted him out, girl giddy-up, now get-get down
He's lookin' around this club and it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now
Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town
Did I s-s-stutter, mothafucka? Fuck the mall, he shuts
A whole mothafuckin' Walmart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round
And he came to the club tonight with 5'9" to hold this bitch down
Like a mothafuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-d-drown
Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way
That you keep lickin' them dick-sucking lips, I'm agitated, aggravated
To the point you don't suck my dick, then you're gonna get decapitated
Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it

[Royce]
And then after takin' that, I'mma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin'
It's gon' say "The whole rap game passed away" on top of the affidavit
Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator
To Michael Jackson' activator, meanin' I'm on fire off the top
Might wanna back up the data, runnin' over hip hop
In a verbal tractor trailer, homie this sick, you can normally ask a hater
Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper
Drop in the lap of a tax evader, homie they spent

[Eminem]
Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes, what girl
I'm the crack-a-lator, percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later
Tell you boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin'

[Hook]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
First verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island
My life's ridin' on the autobahn on autopilot
Before I touch dirt, I'll kill y'all with kindness
I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse
You've been warned if you've been born or if you conform
Slap up a cop and then snatch 'em outta his uniform
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas's intellect mad slow, y'all fags know, claimin' you bangin'
You flamin', bet you could light your own cigarette with ya asshole
Me and Shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cashflow
I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke
Though I ain't wrapped tight, my blood type's the 80's
My 90's was like the Navy, you was like the Brady's, you still fly kites daily

[Eminem]
Catch me in my Mercedes, bumpin' Ice Ice Baby
Screamin' Shady 'til I die, like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy
So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze
And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady
Wait, no, stop me now 'fore I get on a roll (Danish) Let me tell you
What this pretty little dame's name is cause she's kinda famous
And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this Nicki Minaj
But I wanna stick my penis in your anus!
You morons think that I'm a genius
Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum cleanin'
Try them trailer parks, crazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby
And that's back with a capital B with an exclamation mark
Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics
Cause I'mma rip this mystical slick shit
You don't wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit, cause after
I spit the bullets, I'mma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
I'mma kick the ballistics, so get this dick, I'mma live this

[Hook: Sly]
Livin' life in the fast lane
Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now
I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride
Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit
At war with a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs
My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins
I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you take me
You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpes, Jack Kevorkian"
Go back and forfeit, more beef that you can pack a fork in
I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down, my tenement too many now
To send my serenity powers, spin 'em around, enterin' in the vicinity

[Eminem]
Now, was called Eminem, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper
Chewed him up.. and spitted him out, girl giddy-up, now get-get down
He's lookin' around this club and it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now
Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town
Did I s-s-stutter, mothafucka? Fuck the mall, he shuts
A whole mothafuckin' Walmart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round
And he came to the club tonight with 5'9" to hold this bitch down
Like a mothafuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-d-drown
Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way
That you keep lickin' them dick-sucking lips, I'm agitated, aggravated
To the point you don't suck my dick, then you're gonna get decapitated
Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it

[Royce]
And then after takin' that, I'mma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin'
It's gon' say "The whole rap game passed away" on top of the affidavit
Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator
To Michael Jackson' activator, meanin' I'm on fire off the top
Might wanna back up the data, runnin' over hip hop
In a verbal tractor trailer, homie this sick, you can normally ask a hater
Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper
Drop in the lap of a tax evader, homie they spent

[Eminem]
Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes, what girl
I'm the crack-a-lator, percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later
Tell you boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin'

[Hook]

클럽음악종결
카리스마영구







Take Over Control (Radio Edit) (Feat. Eva Simons)

Afrojack







Lionheart (Original Mix)

Afrojack







Surrender (Original Mix) (Feat. MC Ambush)

Sidney Sam..






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[Intro - Royce Da 5'9" - talking]
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
It ain't nothin like (like, like)
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Preme

[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
It ain't nothin like love from the hood (hood)
Ain't no feelin like rollin through knowin you good (good)
'Cause you been keepin it real
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)

Love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like rollin through knowin you good
'Cause you been keepin it true (true)
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)

[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Royce Da 5'9" give ya ill verses
Ryan Montgomery is the real person
No makeup, that's why you couldn't touch me up
I remember bein locked up (locked up)
This nigga walked up, tryin to battle (okay)
I went ahead and let 'em finish then I told 'em "do that again I'm a
Fuck you up" (true story)
Now take a journey through a nigga's psyche
The only snitch in my life is the chick tryin to split up me and wifey
You think you like me, I'm aight with that
I don't even call my nigga Budden "Mouse", it sound too much like a rat
So may your steps be just like your stacks (stacks)
High, afraid of death, havin a life attack
It's I, got the soldiers for the coca price
Your poker face on, I'm a turn your channel to the "Poltergeist" (woo)
My out of town niggaz know the business
When you land, I'll come get you, we gon' get it

[Chorus - Bun B]
It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like rollin through and knowin you good
'Cause you been keepin it real
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)

It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like rollin through and knowin you good
'Cause you been keepin it trill
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)

[Verse 2 - Bun B]
It ain't nothin like walkin your block
One deep on your city streets nigga, no hawk or no glock
No blades in your mouth or box cutters in socks
'Cause real niggaz show love and bad bitches on your jock
Every corner got a homie you know well
Even if somebody see a deal, then they won't tell (shh)
Your man say he got the goods, so you tryin him out
The ice cream truck roll through, you buyin 'em out
The youngsters helpin out the old folks (hold up), with something hard to do
The kids is playin, nobody beefin and it's a barbeque
And every backyard with the old school jams on
Sweet potato pie courtesy of your grandma (already)
Everybody's home, nobody on the yard
We drinkin and smokin the night away with no regard
Nobody arguin and everything's good
Man it ain't nothin like love from the hood, that's understood

[Chorus - Joell Ortiz]
It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like comin through knowin you good
'Cause you be keepin it real
When they see you, they salute you (salute you, come on)

It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like comin through knowin you good
'Cause you be keepin it G
When they see you, they salute you (salute you, word)

[Verse 3 - Joell Ortiz]
It ain't nothin like, what I do every other night
Pick up the liquor, send the fiends to go get the cups and ice
Sit on that project bench and have some of the funnest nice (come on)
We spend that wrong doin makin money the summer right (yeah)
The smell of somebody barbeque got my stomach hype (mmm)
'Tata salad, rice and some chicken, a little something light (uh huh)
A beast with the cards, they always ask me to shuffle twice
Swear that I be cheatin, I'm just fuckin nice (haha)
Cut that, rug rat, niggaz that robbed, never tried your boy (never)
Only just me, no security that I employ (nope)
I never need to wear iron toy (why?)
I ain't naive, I just hang with some killers and I'm their pride and joy (yeah)
But nah, ain't about that right now (nah)
It's about the jokes, weed smoke and the cat fights, meow (what else?)
It's about them New Year's on the roof, with your gat like bloaw
Outside the booth I'm the truth, give me dap like "yowwa" (haha)

to moonn6pence from papayeverte



[Bruno Mars:]
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

[Eminem:]
By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening,
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em' skyward uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king...
This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking,
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills me
I swear to god I'll be the fucking illest in this music
There is or there ever will be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I'm refusing to ever give up
The only thing I ever gave up is using. No more excuses.
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-of-shit
Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite
You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell em shove it
Cause it wasn't that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, lustered
Cause he couldn't cut mustard, muster up nothing
Brain fuzzy, cause he's buzzin', woke up from that buzz
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
Wasn't cause he had buzzards circle around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass fusses, cause fuck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it
What difference it make?
What it take to get it through your thick skulls
As if this ain't some bullshit
People don't usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bic's raise cause I came with 5'9′ but I feel like I'm 6'8″

[Bruno Mars:]
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
to moonn6pence from papayeverte
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

[Royce Da 5'9":]
By the time you hear this I'll probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
So it's only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up
Now his career's Lebron's jersey in 20 years
I'll stop when I'm at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
It's 'bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up must come down
You going down on something you don't wanna see like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now
Life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now I'm just the cats meoww, ow
Classic now, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya'll are doomed
I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
Cause now I'm in the Aston
I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I'm fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And y'all niggas just gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
Y'all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal and now I'm the second best I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag

[Bruno Mars:]
You and I know what it's like to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight we're alright
So hold up your light
Let it shine
Cause this one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters



to moonn6pence from papayeverte

This one's for you and me
living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide
I'll open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I will
have already spiralled up
I would never do nothing to let
you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you I would duck or get
struck like lightening
Fighters keep fighting put your
lighters up point em' skyward uh
Had a dream I was king
I woke up still king
This rap game's nipple is mine
for the milking
Till nobody else even fucking
feels me till' it kills me
I swear to god I'll be the
fucking illest in this music
There is or there ever
will be disagree
Feel free but from now on
I'm refusing to ever give up
The only thing I ever gave up is
using No more excuses
Excuse me if my head is too big
for this building
And pardon me if I'm a cocky
prick but you cocks are slick
Poppin shit on how you flipped
ya life around crock-of-shit
Who you dicks try to kid flipped
dick you did the opposite
You stayed the same cause cock
backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell em shove it
Cause it wasn't that long ago
when Marshall sat
luster lacked lustered
Cause he couldn't cut mustard
muster up nothing
Brain fuzzy cause he's buzzin'
woke up from that buzz
Now you wonder why he does it
how he does it
Wasn't cause he had buzzards
circle around his head
Waiting for him to drop
dead was it
Or was it cause them bitches
wrote him off
Little hussy ass fusses cause
fuck it guess it
doesn't matter now does it
What difference it make
What it take to get it through
your thick skulls
As if this ain't some bullshit
People don't usually
come back this way
From a place that was dark as
I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a
switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known from
this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause
your hate is what gave me
the strength
So let em bic's raise cause
I came with 5'9'
but I feel like I'm 6'8'
This one's for you and me
living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide
I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I'll
probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting
iron to going and
buying 4 or 5 of the homies the
iron man Audi
My daddy told me slow down boy
you goin to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop the
beat a minute
To tell Shady I love him the
same way that he did Dr.Dre
on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is
or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for
him to know it
I cried plenty tears
my daddy got a bad back
So it's only right that I right
till he can march right into
that post office and
tell em to hang it up
Now his career's Lebron's
jersey in 20 years
I'll stop when I'm at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
It's 'bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up must come down
You going down on something you
don't wanna see like a hairy box
Every hour happy hour now
Life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to
get the pussy
Now I'm just the cats meoww ow
Classic now always down for the
catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya'll are doomed
I remember when T-Pain ain't
wanna work with me
My car starts itself parks
itself and autotunes
Cause now I'm in the Aston
I went from having my
city locked up
To getting treated like
Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I'm fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And y'all niggas just gossipin'
like bitches on a radio and TV
See me we fly
Y'all buggin out like Wendy
Williams staring at a beehive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal
and now I'm the second best
I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass
without the MTV awards gag
You and I know what it's
like to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight we're alright
So hold up your light
Let it shine
Cause this one's for you and me
living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide
I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters