Royce da 5'9"

Royce Da 5'9" - Boom

Uhh! Boom! (Boom.. Boom..)
Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5'9 uhh
Yo..

I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson, I unload
with sick spit that quick wick to 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 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 leaped it

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
{*"It gets {*scratch* it gets {*scratch*
It gets tragic like the havoc of a
nuclear bomb" -> Guru*
[girl] Boom.. bam, God DAMN!
[5'9"] Royce 5-9

I'm a motherf*cking star, I don't battle no mo'
I provide the the gun clapping around of applause after ya 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 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 knocking niggaz out while you were knocking sticks off 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
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 don't miss a f*cking 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!!

{*DJ Premier scratches*

[girl] Boom.. bam, God - DAMN!
[5'9"] Royce 5-9

[Chorus]

[girl] Boom.. bam, God - DAMN!
[5'9"] Royce {*scratch* 5-9
[girl] Boom.. bam, God - DAMN!
[5'9"] {*scratch* Royce 5-9
[girl] Boom.. bam, God {*scratch* God - DAMN!
[5'9"] {*scratch* Royce 5-9

.. {*bomb ticking* {*music fades*
{*explosion* {*bomb ticking*
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Royce Da 5'9" - The King

What....wha...
5'9! I'm the King!
What...yeah...what, yo...

[CHORUS]
I'm-a rhyme til I can't rhyme no more
Burn til I can't burn no more
Shine til there's no shine no more
Til the earth can't turn no more
Until I'm 5'9 no nore (I'm the king!) [2x]

Ya'll niggaz is real cocky on the street
Til I drop you on ya knees
Knock you on ya feet, I'm like Rocky on the reach
I rain while you hope to sustain dope in this game
Somethin' you can't stop, you can only hope to contain
I can aim so I blaze my tool
I got a name from usin' pocket change to pay my dues (niggaz know!)
I'm sharp as a shank and about as soft as you think
I'm hangin from the cross of your link, you get offered a drink
Niggaz is fast learners, you're only as hot as the back burner
From mad rappers and clap burners
Talk to the foot thinkin' you real
I'm starin' at the face of ya bill forgettin' how George Washington looks
You came to box a nigga that's flat out dirty
Just name the spot and I'll be there a half hour early
I write for the purpose to express a view
A nigga that's wack? You a nigga that I don't like as a person

[CHORUS 2x]

I'm in shape to give you a quick whoopin', hard asshole in the wall
Frownin' up, niggaz thinkin' you sick cuz you sick lookin'
I'm heated, an' I'm-a go to trial blowin' my triggers
Ya'll niggaz ain't rough, you need to smile more in ya pictures
Split somebody, and serve the nigga whose style you bit
That bit like 10 niggaz that bit somebody
Top of the world, all that's around you is beneath me
Me learnin' from your mistakes is the only way you can teach me
Mo' thunder, cockin' big heat
So undergrounds niggaz wit' beef can get mo' under, 6 feet
Man ya missles, I plan to dis you
Unleash wit' about 30 punches before the first lands and hits you
Niggaz I doubt ya'll cuz I'm an outlaw
Right-handed, built wit' a left that can arm wrestle a southpaw
Gun shine bright, (ya'll niggaz?) ya'll need to rhyme like 5'9
Unsigned wit' hype... (King!)

[CHORUS 2x]

[scratches]
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....on the microphone
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....no, no I ain't jokin'
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....that's in command, that's in command
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....on the microphone
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....the funk rhymin' master
I'm the kiiiiiiiing....that's in command, that's in command

I'm the kiiiiiiiing....

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