Boom

Uh, boom, boom

Hey, hey, hey

Yeah

5'9", uh

Yo

I'm the verbal spit Smith & Wesson

I unload with sick spit

The quick wit could split a split second

Bomb with a lit wick expression

You hear a tick tick, then you testing

My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits

So trust me, I'm as live as it gets

Everybody claim they the best and they 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 on 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 gunshot in your song

My gun stutters when it speaks to you

Utter shit to repeat to you

'Nough in the clip to give a speech to you

Me and Premier, we kinda the same in ways

We both speak, but our hands in dangerous ways

Rap now is a circus of clowns

A whole lotta lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around

I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known

As the best kept secret, I guess that I just leaked it

Boom

Somebody better duck or run

Somebody better watch out 'cause he's 'bout to blow up

Royce da 5'9"

Boom

Somebody better duck or run

Somebody better watch out 'cause he's 'bout to blow up

Royce da 5'9"

I'm a motherfucking star, I don't battle no more

I provide the gun clapping round of applause after your show

Oh, we can go toe to toe 'cause they calling you hot

Stepping around all your punches like, that's all you got?

Every day I'm meeting somebody and all of they peeps

Quick to shake a **** hand, show me all of they teeth

And these bitches, I be patting they asses

They be all dumb and googly-eyed, looking at me, batting they lashes

Rappers think Detroit **** 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 **** out

When you was knocking sticks off of 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

**** say I found God with the flow

Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show

Ain't a **** touching mines when you listen to my shit

You don't chew, you don't breathe, you'll miss a fucking line

Every time I spit, I tick to show you it's hot

Leave me in the deck too long, I'll blow up your box

Boom

Royce da 5'9"

Boom

Somebody better duck or run

Somebody better watch out 'cause he's 'bout to blow up

Royce da 5'9"

Boom

Somebody better duck or run

Somebody better watch out 'cause he's 'bout to blow up

Royce da 5'9"

Royce da 5'9"

Royce da 5'9"

Royce da 5'9"