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..

What Silky Don EntertainmentThat nigga Strick Royce the 59Rock-A-Block all day what yo yo yoIm the type to show up to the studioWrite that shit spit it hit it leave yall askin Who dat?Im the next nigga to boom I assumed yall already knew thatHip hops hottest new cat lay your crew flatHave your label faxin my label askin Why yall have to do that?Its a true fact when you rap the crowd boo thatAnd more than a few cats agree you shouldnt even do rapWhat you recorded screw that buy a new DATYour girls a true rat so when I fucked her I wore two hatsSo move back you little newjackFore you fuck around and do some shit that get not only youBut your whole crew whackedToo strong and Im too blackAnd pack not one but two gatsAnd Ima aim em at you black true datThe veteran thatll never retireDevilish judge the red in my eyeJudge the nine instead of my sizeAhead of my time the second coming of a legend in rhymesThatll shine whenever I dieWe never lie youll never get byI just got love I used to roll wit big shot thugs to hip hop clubsYou act up the fifth got hugged and blastedPits got dugged and filled back up wit stiffs wrapped up in plasticGive me a heater you givin me a reason to shootYou givin me the key to your coupeMidwest not the middle Strick clutchin the fiveWavin the tec out the window clip touchin the tireShit is overShit is over shit is overThe shit is over the shit is overCuz aint nobody fuckin wit usAint nobody fuckin wit usShit is over shit is over BYE BYE Shit is over shit is overCuz aint nobody fuckin wit usAint nobody fuckin wit usAiyyo my moms got Ahlzeimers my dads an alcoholicSo last night I forgot to drive drunk and hit youTalk lots of junk and diss youPop the trunk and split youSick nigga you dont really want it wit Strick niggaFreestyle or written shit take your pick niggaBring your click nigga Ill swing a stick niggaWit hotter rhymes Im outta control and you outta lineI got alot of rhymes and Ima spit till you outta rhymesThe hot shit you better off tryin to change the topicI pop shit to let yall niggas know yall not shitHit the curb swervin in a hot whipYou a punk and Im hereAnd you probably the one that flunked when I got skippedIncredible rhymin and fuck wit niggas for funBuck at niggas wit guns you duck from niggas and runSo whos the illest nigga that you know? (Who is it?)Now ask that nigga whos the illest nigga that he knowIll bet he say me yoThe only thing bigger than my dick is my egoI rip and its over while you stare at the chip on my shoulderYall dont want none of meNot only will I have yall scared to bustBut you wont even discuss rap in front of meThe odds-on favorite to say shitThen have your crew tellin you that nigga Stricks nuttin to play witSave it for a rainy dayIll pick the tec up aim and sprayAnd permanently take your pain away whatWhat what youre not in a least above gettin shot in the streetI show up at cyphers and they scatter like Im the policeNow we got a bunch of drug-connected thugs on recordsStripped butt-naked runnin when they blood is testedAll yall niggas stink real niggas know what a bitch smell likeTell you how we tell lies tell what he wear his hair likeYou cant amaze the amazing change your waysWe plant bodies throw stones wit the names engravedThe games you play make me point this thing your wayMy niggas rob for consistency a chain a dayIm about as humble as I can pretend to beA real niggas best friend a bitch niggas worst enemyIt dont hurt it offends meThe chrome bursts in a frenzyIts gon work till its emptyJust makin sure that my gun shoots fastin than yoursAnd Im chasin you and my bullets is chasin yoursYeah Big Strick Royce the 59Tommy Boy meets Rock-A-BlockSilky Don

[Royce Da 59]You know I really dont get itMotherfuckersAct like they want me in the game one minuteOut the game the next minuteFuck do yall want?[Female Singer]First you want me inThen you want me out(Yall niggaz is too fickle)First you want me inThen you want me out[Verse 1]You a hop skip and a jumpFrom poppin shit to the oneRidin the dick of the oneWho rides sick wit a youngFly chick in a gun (gun!)Inside the whip when he comeShine lyrically dopeMy ability strokes the Todd Bridges of doseA fly mix with a toastOf my niggaz who jump (jump!)From my side to run in with my enemies (punks!)Keep on temptin meIm just a hop skip and a jumpFrom goin ballistic so nigga go and diss if you wantGo and mention me homie you gon eventually jumpYou gon switch when it comes to that chrome clickAnd then one of your own hitYou just a hop skip and a jump (jump!)From not listenin to me like my shit dont existTil I spit and you jump back on the dick of the oneAccurate wit a gunMathematician wit fundsMinus a fifth of that rumDivide it with the hungerTimes it with the times you fronted on my shit on my dickIf one of them lines stick to your brainYou now witness the painOf my addition of rainThe sun without the distance betweenNone of what God gave youThe shade is now taken away today[Female Singer]Do you want me in?Do you want me out?(Just like pussy)(You remind me of a cunt)Do you want me in?Do you want me out?[Verse 2]Im just as underground as it getsYou can come down in this ditchIm hidden a mile deepThe mummy without stitchin but I dont sleep I pumpWithout snitchin Im simply about gettin this moneyI dont just dive in to what would be my end if I jumpThe politics of this gameNiggaz be followin namesThey ride with who the hottest and criticizin the sameYou lil Nass and Jay-Zs we got on the sceneNot only make me wait for the remix but sickMake me squeamishMake me think later that one of yall can be who the fake king isOne of yall can be on the good label of PushFive mics and a Source cuz of who pulled a favorArrogant as a fuck and you may have been just as humbleTo now fussin bout who sharin the cover this monthMan pleaseThis niggas diseased comin wit better throwaway rhymesThen every one of your keepers punks (punks!)Do you listen at all?Its fools thats winnin battles bought by the label on cableAnd never gettin the callTen tapes at a time you send it off to the labelAnd wait at the mailboxWhile they make up they minds[Female Singer]Do you want me in? (Yeah)Do you want me out?(Yall try me knowin that yall niggaz is punks)First you want me inThen you want me out(Yeah!)(Is this what you want?)

Lemme school you..I wake up... and I dont know where I am..I wake up... and I dont know where I am..I wake up... and I..Yo to all my hungry disciplesListen (lets talk) sit still sit still.Sit still (blackout) listen the hungriest.Kings kings kings sit still (the hungriest)Listen lemme school you for a minute.Blackout blackout (blackout)..An angel from the lost spite headband marked dead manInnermost thoughts locked dangling from a cross (what)The hotter the heart the harder - wrapped upCrucified with my chest up felt forsaken by the FatherWounded rebel (oooh) in JerusalemGettin picked on and whipped by the goons of the DevilBlack man 5 foot 9 see the dawn when he stares outWith wool hair and feet of bronzeBirdstick a black staff with brown handleBacktrack; my first kicks brown sandalsIn the breeze of the surgeon surrounded by merchantsImmaculate birth conceived by a virginDo a lot in the lyric due to the true and not livingPure as the white driven human inside of a spiritOr the Cathedral thats only a quarter illegalSlaughter the people all for the forces of evilExterior armor transparent non-vividThe last grand wizard slash serial bomberHere it is; Im Heaven sent livin in HellAll-seeing eye in hand of the pyramids and keep watchinOut for the death while the beats knockinPlot by the Devil in a blue dress and chief stockingsSpiritual last equipped with physical massAble to think quick and bring miracles to passThe lost wonder of dark days to breathe light inChrist titan cough thunder and sneeze lightningControl the thoughts procore feed the gatorsSole mediator of code in the Holy War in front of the mobsAnd a storm comin in MarchLocked in the physical form of the son of the GodI wake up... and I dont know where I am..I wake up... and I..The true and living son of the son thoroughTongue swore of war speak and slash son of a gunWhen the rumors started I departed - I dont knowsome old shit about me being placed in a tomb in the GardenListen here you lost I was tortured and died for the causeAnd got caught disappeared from the crossFirst into a lesson and learned of my return to the Earthin the form of a perfect human specimenThe written jeweler driven from the face of a leaderSlave of the people in the form of a hidden rulerSatans descendents put a break in what they intendedThe hatred is ended - sway the other way of the sentenceBellsll go and tell defendantsll go to jailHot coal on ya trail sinnersll go to HellI got a soul for sale well;Lets start the bidding at a tragic deathWho knows whats finna happen next?Cousin of death with predictions that I can promiseGave it to Nostradamus and now he touchin the restThe heart caller balancing birds on my fingerNerves of a cheetah birthed with the urge to walk waterFoul searchin bi-weekly all-purposeTalk verses in dashikis and fly turbansEnter the scheme of things all loveAll thugs get judged by me the king of the kings.....dont know where I am..I wake up... and I dont know where I am..I wake up... and I dont know where I am..I wake up... and I dont know where I am..I wake up... and I dont know where I am..I wake up... and I dont know where I am..I wake up... and I dont know where I am..

On the clearest nightWhen the wind takes flightLike a lullaby like a lullabyOn a moonlit lakeWhat a great escapeLike a butterfly like a butterflyHands over my eyesIm not gonna cryTry to break me downShut me inSo-called love is wearing thinAnd I wont back downI wont fade awayIll make it through as longAs the music playsOn the wireWhile your batting highI am not a game this is not a gameTry to break me downShut me inSo-called love is wearing thinAnd I wont back downI wont fade awayIll make it through as longAs the music playsTry to break me downShut me inSo-called love is wearing thinAnd I wont back downI wont fade awayIll make it through as longAs the music playsLet the music play

Huh?We the best Twist you at nigga cmereSift ya lye.. cmereExtremely hard to be the king of a city its disA nigga that could twist like thisA nigga that could rip any shit that he getNever balk and come with a metaphor like thisFlow like dis never broke but flow for the dough like thisNever been a nigga that you know like disCold like dis but ah its just me and D-Mo like disRespect is a must got every nigga in every hood checkin for usNever catch us catchin the busNiggaz got whips niggaz got lootniggaz got troops got guns got clips (what)Next big thing iced watch to go with the necklace ringIced out to go with the rest it seemsMore or less the more of the best you seenBig buzz only rollin with big thugsWe get in clubs you know you gettin ya shit bustNot too many ducks is goin against usIf ya dont know now youll know when ya lift upRhyme till I cant rhyme no more ball till I cant ball no moreTill Im 59 no more till the ice cant shine no moreWhich ever comes first lets go niggaWho the fuck want what?!Who the fuck want what want what?!One of a hundred niggazll hate my shitEighty-ninell bite the other tenll think of comin alikeCuz my shit when it come to the mic 99 outta 100ll likeNever disrespect a nigga grippin the tec its my shitPut the flow in affect with my cliqueGo to the death flow the best my spit - Im sick its my shitTry to get slick and niggaz is gettin hitYou dont want that do you? It comes back to youAnd I aint even tryna rap to you so suck my dick its my shitToo many willin to pin ya in rapput a endin to that do the math with meStraight to the lab were sendin you backKeep going you know that no one can last wit meStay armed with the biggest of arms got bitch-niggaz hittin alarmsEvery rhyme is strictly writtin to harmThis my shit keep every word of every verse in position to launchNever gon fail never got plans of catchin a LIma forever prevail whatever you yellIts my world everything else cmon niggaMotown uhh..Chi-town.. 59..Twista lets go nigga uhhTell me who the fuck want whatWhatchu murderous niggaz is ready to make the deck go up?I could cause a scene to make you throw upPut a bullet in yo gut bat em down and leave the sto cutCuz homie you aint got no choice taDat why you runnin to a real rida like Twista or RoystaLet the thirty caliber annoint yaWhodie wont even know he hit till he feel his shirt suckin the moistureVoice ya opinion if ya want toKick-ass winner kick up dust in the middle of the arenaSubpeona motherfuckaz like the courts doWell blast shortly ya nuts bust and it wont be a misdemeanorWe them niggaz thatll come approach yaShockin ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedinUntil we heard no breathin - two undercoverswe comin we get the dirty even; they know its servin seasonShit is good as gone cuz I gotta bring the goodies homeThe petty packin penny brushin with the pretty pearl handlePistol Pelle Pelle pants and the hoodie onAnd you comin with the Midwest shit?Remember how we took you you trippin off how we did that shitSomebody tell me where the weed atSome niggaz knew I was about to snap so he hid that shitI was gon get buck - come hard - get crunkGo into a thing and let the rhyme rideand hit them niggaz from the blindsideAnd take the whole opposition down with my dog 59Ceremony for the killaz bustin em offand comin off so you can bust yo nutThough Im bout to bust yo gutsBut if yo operation is hatin who the fuck want what?

[Royce Da 59]Real niggaz only.. hah..First of all whats my name? Five-Nine!Yeah.. I got somethin for youI got somethin for you yeahThey call me Royce 5-9 or Mr. Always-Ice-Cold-Wrist-edOr Mr. None-Of-Your-BusinessMr. Consistant-In-Conflict for so dope lyrics (harvest)The hardest hittin nigga in show bidnessCame in this game with a pissy-ass attitudeArrogant like Shut up! Laughin that you a trickI wasnt happy before but Im happy todayIm rappin today lookin to get a plaque in my daySo I met this white boy one nightwho turned out to be the illest human being I ever heard in my lifeHe took me under his wing and showed me some thingsand molded me into a pro until the flow was meanTaught me not to do it like this but to do it like thatThrew me all types of love and I threw it right backThough we dont talk as much we never let the game consume uscause we too real my nigga Slim lets grow[Chorus x2]Let us grow up now we got hereWe cant stop here we too farAll my niggaz yall my niggazand you all know who you are (lets grow)[Royce Da 59]Yeah Royce 5-9 or twelve men in oneAbout as explosive as them shells in your gunMr. Quick-To-Pull-A-Thing-On-You just for your lootMr. Mr. Mr. Quick-To-Swing-On-You before he shootIm the finest tuned rappin machine rappin a scenesince way back when there was only rappin in QueensSuck my BALLS if you competin with me homeboyI dont dream Im the type to just be homeboySucka free is like a religion I honor and serveAnd more common in words a song witchu whats in it?Yall niggaz is all punks and your jewels is rentedAnd your diamonds is all dark like they blue but tintedI would never kill none of yall I aint that foolBut I will stomp the shit out you I aint that coolYou aint even gotta greet me when you see matter of factYou better give me five feet when you see me where you at?Lets grow[Chorus][Royce]Royce 5-9 or one sick niggaBitches know that with me that the cum gets quickerMr. Always-Got-Some-Cris-Or-A-PistolRather diss you than chill witchu and will hitchuThe insanest monster that came and conquereda game that remains to be full of trained impostersI will not let you niggaz talk to me (nope) no wayThis is not what Im here for give me my money (uh)Faggots only attract faggots and thats thatYou rap rat you fuckin roaches and black maggotsFeelin my heat; I talk shit from the moment I wake upTurn right around and talk shit in my sleep - lets grow[Chorus]

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