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    Note: This is the video version of the song. I'll soon have the
    album version ready.

    *ticking sounds*
    Boom! Boom! Boom!
    tick tick tick, yeah! 5'9'' uh...

    I'm the verbal spit Smith Wesson
    I unload with a sick spit that quick wick to split a split-second
    Bomb with a lit wick expression
    You here a tick tick when you testing...
    My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits
    So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
    Everybody clamin 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
    Wined up in a room full of my dogs
    I have you feelin like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
    So come come now
    Get pissed on, shitted on
    Tough talk turns into "Can't we all just get along?"
    You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on
    You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song
    My gun strrr-utters when it speeks to you
    Utter shit to repeat to you
    Nothing to clip then give a speak you you
    Me and Premier, we kinda 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 you
    Peak formely known as the best kept secret
    I guess that I just leaked it...

    Somebody better duck or run
    Somebody better (huch up this spot to blow, oh)
    Royce 5'9''

    I'm a motherfuckin star
    I don't battle no mo'
    I provide the guns clappin around of applause after the show
    We can go toe-to-toe cuz ain't callin you hot
    Steppin around all you punches like "That's all you got?"
    Everyday I'm meetin somebody and all of they peeps
    Quick to shake a niggas hand and show me all of they teeth
    And these bitches I'll be patting their asses so stay ??
    Dumb and goggle-eyed lookin at me, batting their lashes
    Rappers think Detroit niggas not as down as them
    Or since that 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 talkin, it's over
    I was knockin niggas out while you were knockin
    Stick off their shoulders
    I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat
    I got regrets older than some of you so-called vets
    Niggas say I found God with the follow
    Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show
    Ain't a nigga touchin mines
    When you listen to my shit you don't chew, you don't breathe,
    You don't miss a fuckin line
    Everytime I spit, I tick to show you it hot
    Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your box

    Royce 5'9''



    Reporter: Recording line from station 37, we got a ?? named
    Royce da 5'9'' who has a bomb planted in him. It can blow up in any second...

    Royce 5...
    *ticking sounds*

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