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...
Chorus: Boom! 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 Boom!
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...