[Royce Da 59]DJs and MCsComin up next is the incredibleWe takin it back to the beats and the RHYYYYYYYYYMES...5-9 is BACK about to make a nigga spin on his BACKNot on a cardboard on the ground with people surroundinlookin down at him lookin astoundedReady to draw around him; an outline of his body in chalk formThis nigga here let the trigger talk for himHis niggazll bark for him for real his hearts warmSo youve been warned (GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO..)I dont even need to be drunk forever the liquor is rootin me onI turn tables fast as Jam Master Jay doIm N.W.A. I choke hoes like DrePoke holes in the pavement throw foes in the graveIf you could choose between a broke nose or the A.K.I make movies like Cube cept I use hammersYEP! I shoot but I dont do it with camerasNOPE! So you can call me MalcolmYou can all witness what I be doin to all of these rappers (yes!)Witchall sloppy tactics; dont try to copycat meif you aint tryna box me backAnd watch your back dont take another look into the eyesof a nigga thats willin to ride til he blind(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)Chk-chk-chk Royce.. 5.. 9.. (hes baaaaack)Yeah and its on(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)Chk-chka-chka-chka I will rhyme all dayYES!Ill show you the back of your brainSlap you with the back of the gunClap you when the rappin is doneI aim to hit I pack macs accurate onesChange the clip I send rappers back where they fromChangin fast the game I ask is not a sportIm tired of bein a fuckin day late and a dollar shortAnd Im back! All of you rap niggaz hide your micsIm ridin dyin and I aint flyin by on them bikesIm walkin talkin you eye me you dyin tonightThis iron is showin you the shine designed by ChristAnd I am the head reaper about the sick shitYou about to see dead people without the Sixth SenseAnd yeah takin food off my mothers tablellget you killed regardless like my brothers labelMy heart and arteries a part of me thatll test the truestWe can do it put your vest into it yeah(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)Chka-chka-chk you dont wanna play with him todayYea - NO!Yeah hardcore! Rhymes galore!OHH! Givin you what you needLike I told you BEFOOOOOOOOOOORE..Yeah the rap game is DEAD Im bout to breathe life in itBring it back to when niggaz was cypherinYeah back in the DAY when nobody needed radio playI was straight long as my radio played tapesAnd this went on before all of them pay datesWe was backflippin and windmillin to save faceThese days well give you the mac so stay in your placeI hope before you lay on your back you sayin your grace (pray!)These new cats that rap to me they groupiesYou never see em in Max Julius or them GuccisOr they woulda got robbed for them Diadoresor the Gazelles we the store we take we sell youritems we took have you goin to tellWe crooks we either goin pro or goin to jailI know Ima spare - many lifesThis rap shit is comin with ME cause dont nobody know how to share(Fuck a hook.. fuck a hook.. fuck a hook)Chka-chka...(Get in your mind get in your mindGet in your mind all day!!)

Right there right there?Right there right there?It goes up down side to sideThats how a real bitch ride rideWith the whole thing inside side(Ahh ahh) Dont be shyBoom show you where the liquid isBlow and your lipstick smearsLick that tip that meet mine thenyou might meet my liquid kidsYou dont gotta pay your physician bigAnd put that glaze on your glistenin chinWhat? Baby Im listeninI know what your favorite position isI know Ima lick that if I have toHit it like a pack of zigzag wrappersHit it from the back then give it back to herin the mouth then give a bitch a tic-tac afterI wannnnt you fuck my brains ouuuutI wannnnt you sweat my weave ouuuut (mmm)I wannnnt you fuck my brains ouuuut (just like that)I wannnnt you sweat my weave ouuuut (yeah!)No mistake June the greatFucked the most hoes at Michigan StateTechnique should be in the textbookLove to have the ones that like to lookat their reflection while were sexinWanna smoke while we fuck? No questionBitch yeah is it cool for three?Cause two girls just dont do it for me Im a beastHit it from the back let me grab her anklesThumbs in the asshole take the pain slowJump back on that cock keep rockinHundred milligram pill bitch no stoppinKeep poppin energy droppinNeighbors complain say we too loud oftenAnother world - you love itDont you? My favorite nasty girlYeahhh bitch yeah take this sugar dick bitchTake it yeah take this jackhammerYou aint know I had that jackhammer did you?Yeah say M.I.C. bitch say VishisCall me Vishis bitch yeah (Vishis! M.I.C.!)It goes up down once againI fuck and make hoes confess they sinsGotta make sure whats ya age againWish she had me on tape to show your friendsHave a king size bed when I fuck hoes over three times after sexI dont even wanna smell your breathMy roommate peeps inAnd uh (whats happenin) we both hit that againGet em in a rental get em in a RangeGive a nigga brain; let my nigga watch keep him entertainedIts a wonderful thingDont you go gettin all sentimental with game let a nigga bangRide the TitanicMost niggaz go from small to large I go from wide to giganticLet a nigga call inAs soon as Im caught in Ima try to make a nigga fall inDig a deeper hole in it when I hit itPut her on feet patrol send her to the stoNever let her tell a nigga noCeiling or the flo you dealin with a crimin-iminal

(Gangsta!) The weight carries itselfMade man more concerned with wealth than he is his health(Gangsta!) He pumps like 24..247 just to get to heaven to pump some mo(Gangsta!) Heavyweight paperHeart of a lion that beats longer than every pacemakerYEAH! We ridin we - gon die foolinLaws and rules dont apply to ME! (Gangsta!).. Ima put this straightIm not gon threaten you with hooks if you look this wayIm not gon write no songs - so please dont thinkthat since sometimes Im quiet that I bite my tongueCause I will slice you punks with knives that come with teethSo leave with life as longs you come in peaceIm the protocol of all the street rulesSoldiers ballers please I know all themIm goin all out - for everything I believe inNiggaz bleed behind things that I know aboutYeah yeah (Gangsta!) Hear me roarFeel me nigga; naw fuck that feel me moreAnd whoever sayin fuck me can suck meAnd we can bang I done came a long way from U Cant Touch Me nigga!YEAH! Im ridin I am gon die foolinLaws and rules dont apply to ME!.. My swaggers crazyWe can forget your momma ever had a babyRegis; I dont care who the fuck you isKeep yo hands to yoself I will cut yo limbs OFFSixty shotsll quickly hit youpop Dixie Chicks of rap PISS ME OFF!Yeah Im strictly Pesci - you hear me a made manI will rather you fear me than to have you respect meYeah the tecs goodJammins always out the question call me Suge of the Midwest woodYeah the part of the poem thats deepHe will blast you after hes had a glass of Bacardi LimonYeah lets get it on Im strictly the classic - rapYou know its on soon as you rip off the plastic yeah!BLOAW! Im ridin I am gon die foolinLaws and rules dont apply to ME!He knows his gun and his knife (Gangsta!)More than he knows his son and his wife (Gangsta!)Always huntin niggaz never huntedYou can bet eleven-hundred - he is.(Yeah) As ignorant as it getsCut Throat the calmest person niggaz push me shits(Yeah) Bawlin over the quickest to snapIll break you then shake your soul deliver you backto the the hood that raised you bruise and mace yaLose your face through picture glass break and waste yaIm the essence of the use of violenceMove in silence HUSH then Ill close your eyelids (close)Im goin all out - my enemies on they kneesharder I squeeze bulletsll leave your brains out(BACK UP!) Watch me moveIll speak the language of heat plus Im good with the tools (yeah)So whoever wanna hit me come quicklyNuttin to lose Im no bitch nigga please come get me - killa(Gangsta!) Im ridin I am gon die foolinLaws and rules dont apply to ME!He got yo motherfuckin number! (Gangsta!)Though yo life is second to his (Gangsta!)You still gon die first.. (Its 5-9 - gangsta!)Yeah! (Hes a motherfuckin gangsta!)

[Chorus]Yea Listen [repeated][Sample] Listen to the heartBlood burgundy soul heart coldSurgery flowed they operate like an emergency[Sample x2] Listen to the heartbeatHarder Yea I know that you know I can rip itI hope that you listen [echoes] [heartbeat sound]Listen I know my positionIm young your profession is distant I run to itIt feels like it comes closer but missesI been exposed to the most viciousMeanin I know the difference between those that are dopeOr those that are +Pulp Fiction+My words are weapons they serve and protectBehind verbs and a lesson I teachFor the nerve that your testinIll reach you from like thirty directionsHeat you like the early detectionsLike he questions or he for the strikeYour number it came and crumbled your fameInto a ball a umbrella dissolved into flamesYou under my brain you fell in my shower lyrics my powerYour time is now this is your hour to listen and its windin downYour mission to make your way if your smartHe play his part you can never take away his heart[Chorus]My spit is like the fits or the red cycle that getsunder the dirt that gets under the skirt of your bitchUnder your nose so get onto your toesThis is the reason you ballers is leavin me all in controlMy brother you should play the back if you loudI make you fade the black if you wildSo you should stay in back and be proudI never take for granted my styleCause him who handed it down to meSlim who demanded take advantages nowIm breezin away from competitive waysEvery day Im leavin a raceIm leadin every step of the way that Im breathinAnd the reason that the hungers increasedIm under my peeps speed and Im underneath the numbers I seekI speak if you never show me respectNo longer lookin up to rappers and thank I actored? the ones that I met[Chorus]

Yeah...Welcome...to the flow switch and itsDough flipping and its fo fo clicking and thisSoldier thats so infamousPo mixed wit a rich nigga soulBeen ripping this shit since this little piggy was ya toeHope my team win eventually - cuz Im the last cowboyThat youve seen on your tv screen since the symphonyFollow me as I convey the kinda patience I can sayI can take pride in from riding with Dr. Dreto realizing you only be deprivingya self and only yaself when ya being childishBut fuck that - Im done wit thatIm done with trying to run with thatIm about to numbers that they do honest datPhase 2 get to walking minus drama quit talkingSwitch flows - switch markets like yo momma (oh)Seven years and counting I been definately bouncingFrom the majors to them papers of them magazine columns[Chorus]I O-W-E You See-ThroughNickel done regrouped mark my flowI O-W-E You bitches my dickMy cum my wit Im coldDo it independently do it independentlyDo it independently (this is for the money)Go independent go independentGo independentH(dot)N(dot)I(dot)CWhy box me Ill poke ya eyes out like Houstonthen slide out like boostingMe and Los is here to post bail from the prisonWe been living in here since Biggie was the sheriffIm about to touch on every style you could think ofOn this album from the streets to the bounce to the singlesFrom the niggaz to the bitches to the chickens to the killersto the lyrics niggaz feel me Im the purest in the businessIve matured so much mentally my auras so intense I meanIm forward wit my shit thats why them hoes still be into meYou can try to criticize a killer when its in his eyesSo fly that when he walk you feel the friendly skiesNigga real talk - niggaz barkNiggaz die - niggaz startNiggaz try to pick apart my independent vibeYou just cop that top brass when ya pop that inYou solve the problem that hip-hop has[Chorus]Five nine is back! About to launch the attackFast forward to action youre not allowed to chatThe gag order is at zip grab all of ya plaquesfigurines and trophiesand put em all in a coffin get in and close itExpose all the nonsense they dont hear the lines thenThey gonn see the fine print for they dont really compre--hend niggaz pens been doing none of what Ive beendoing the last 7 years looking for profitI o-w-e you peopleMore than just a video where bitches wearing see throughClothing wit the g-string rolling wit the bling blingPosing for the press wit the rollie and the vestI o-d-e-t Im the life of the spotIm the king whether they like it or notIndependents they got everything from the blockto the interstate locked this my je ne sais quoi feel it[Chorus]Yeah..this is for the cash my nigga brodydirty chuck whatup chuck?...yeah..dont get scared now niggaz..this is for the moneyindependents..mr. independie is back..now lets ride

What was that?Im bout to blow the fuck up UHH! Yeah If I aint never been beat by niggas I wont beIf I aint never been dissed by niggas I wont beIf I aint never been robbed by niggas I wont beIf I aint never been killed by niggas I wont beIf I aint never been beat by niggas I wont beIf I aint never been dissed by niggas I wont beIf I aint never been robbed by niggas I wont beIf I aint keepin it real wit niggas I wont winDefeat glory rather its deep stories or helluva quotesNever below better than dope off to the sideWatchin you play games like the veteran coachIf what you spit off the tops never been wroteThen why you all punchlines you tellin a joke?Im never right youll forever be the bestIll never be less than the bestPhysically Christ you guessed cuz never its likeEquivalent to forever twiceThe exception to the word perfectionIll never be broke if I aint sellin you rap Im sellin you cokeJust when you thought I couldnt get better I spokeAnd sendin you back to the labWhat would you equal after the math Im tellin resultsIm bad as they come time flys Im havin some funThe second I spoke the battle is won whatIll be hated takin rap to where its never been takenSay never say never but nevers forever mistakenIm hopin to change my name get spoken in vainNiggas is broke in the game still hopin for changeYou aint feelin me you feelin energyInstantly sentLettin you know Im the epitome of what the shitll beHater-proof resistant say the truthAint nobody like mines you try to bite mines and break a toothWe stay on the outside the chalklinesLeavin you inside outlined try to doubt mines and you can dieJust think if the game had no RoyceIt be niggas wit fame and fans that should hate him but have no choiceIm blowin so much Im glowinAll throughout my camp is showinThey all my niggas that I trust cuz I know emWe movin toward the cheddar the more the betterSo when you say never make sure its forever whatIm bout to blow the fuck up UHH! Yeah

What....wha...59! Im the King!What...yeah...what yo...Im-a rhyme til I cant rhyme no moreBurn til I cant burn no moreShine til theres no shine no moreTil the earth cant turn no moreUntil Im 59 no nore (Im the king!) Yall niggaz is real cocky on the streetTil I drop you on ya kneesKnock you on ya feet Im like Rocky on the reachI rain while you hope to sustain dope in this gameSomethin you cant stop you can only hope to containI can aim so I blaze my toolI got a name from usin pocket change to pay my dues (niggaz know!)Im sharp as a shank and about as soft as you thinkIm hangin from the cross of your link you get offered a drinkNiggaz is fast learners youre only as hot as the back burnerFrom mad rappers and clap burnersTalk to the foot thinkin you realIm starin at the face of ya bill forgettin how George Washington looksYou came to box a nigga thats flat out dirtyJust name the spot and Ill be there a half hour earlyI write for the purpose to express a viewA nigga thats wack? You a nigga that I dont like as a personIm in shape to give you a quick whoopin hard asshole in the wallFrownin up niggaz thinkin you sick cuz you sick lookinIm heated an Im-a go to trial blowin my triggersYall niggaz aint rough you need to smile more in ya picturesSplit somebody and serve the nigga whose style you bitThat bit like 10 niggaz that bit somebodyTop of the world all thats around you is beneath meMe learnin from your mistakes is the only way you can teach meMo thunder cockin big heatSo undergrounds niggaz wit beef can get mo under 6 feetMan ya missles I plan to dis youUnleash wit about 30 punches before the first lands and hits youNiggaz I doubt yall cuz Im an outlawRight-handed built wit a left that can arm wrestle a southpawGun shine bright (yall niggaz?) yall need to rhyme like 59Unsigned wit hype... (King!)Im the kiiiiiiiing....on the microphoneIm the kiiiiiiiing....no no I aint jokinIm the kiiiiiiiing....thats in command thats in commandIm the kiiiiiiiing....on the microphoneIm the kiiiiiiiing....the funk rhymin masterIm the kiiiiiiiing....thats in command thats in commandIm the kiiiiiiiing....

Yeah yeahWell its the uhh uhh abbrevia-ated letterAssociated with meta-metapho-phores and cheddar cheddarThe C.O.D. the P.O.P.The cash on delivery at the point of purchase - dont I be workin?Heaven and hell is standin next to you at the same timeCuttin into your playin time keep playin (playin)Most of my predictions is speculation based on the patienceIve developed hustlin racin this check Im chasin (chasin)Sellin mixtapes to them albums from 30 to 50 thousand (wow)It aint no problem I got it my following got me (got me)Long as I continue to spit poems to send youniggaz back to the L-A-B; Ima be sellin out venuesBe out at them venues sellin that merchShippin CDs overseas nigga we sellin that WORKThe Escrow crew - just ran bythe petro man select dont know who the check go toRound here here.. round here round hereRound here they call me independieCause of how independent my pen beMovin on that paper movin that paperUhh uhh round here here hereRound here they call me independieCause of how independent my pen be uhhWe be on that paper like ink on that paper uhhYou can call it the quickest winter the unstoppable summerThe opposite of the apocalypse comin to popularWanna be poppin this gun he about to be doin some oldimpossible Three-6 Mafia numbers each quarterlike the Beach Boys or the Beatles the Parliament globallycallin the shots explodin til Pac roll all the way overRespectfully hate me you best to behaveIm seven dollars a record makin heftier payCan you realize platinum artist buck by buck is that what you say?200 thousand sold compared to the average platinum rappercouldnt afford what I blow on all my taxesCause I own my own masters - own my own catalogueAint tryna be old talkin bout Oh I had it allSo its mo money mo albums - add em allThe scanner that seal is the reasonI feel like a man of steel still standin cause Im still scanninYknow I always like to say that this album is like a medianbetween Death is Certain and Rock CityBut along that way I manage to find my independenceSo thats where we at right nowRoyce Da 59 Independents DayWhattup Broady you knowm talkin bout Broady?Niggaz act like I aint know they ass as I want toThese units will move I will be on that TV screenI will be ridin through a hood near youGettin some attention from yo bitch hahahaM.I.C. oh yeah and we comin back again this year tooWe not gon be sittin out for long periods of time no moreSo be on the look out for July 5thComin soon to a motherfuckin store near youRound here here here..Let me see two words to sum up my name in realityGrowth and patience yknow they work hand-in-hand with each otherbut at the same time they both deal with movin forwardI just try to keep some bits about myself 24 hours a dayYknowmsayin? I been through a lotAnd if its one thing I can say that I learned itll be stay bossyIm a boss boss boss..

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A little dust never stopped me none, he liked my shoes I kept them on. Sometimes I can hold my tongue, sometimes not, When you just skip-to-loo, my darlin', And you know what you're doin' so don't even You're just too used to my honey, now. You're just too used to my honey. And I think I could lea ...

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