boom

*ticking*
(Royce Da 59)
Uhh.. boom...
Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 59 uhh
Yo..
Im the verbal-spit Smith Wesson
I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You here a tick tick then you testin..
My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, Im as live as it gets
Everybody claimin they 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
You wind up in a room full of my dawgs
Ill have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
So come, come now, get pissed on, ****ted on
Tough talk turns to, 'Cant we all just get along'
You get blazed when the mics off, shot when its on
You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song
My gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you
Utter **** to repeat to you
Nothing the clip, then give a speech to you
Me and Premier, we kind of 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 cliques Id probably rap circles around
Im the next best to reach a peak formerly known
as the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it
(Hook - 2X)
(Boom! )
Somebody better duck or (RUN)
Somebody better (Watch out cuz hes bout to blow up)
'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' ..Royce 59'
Im a ************star, I dont battle no mo
I provide the the gun clappin around of applause after ya show
We can go toe to toe cuz they calling you hot
Steppin around all ya punches like, 'Thats all you got?'
Everyday Im meetin somebody and all of they peeps
Quick to shake a *****s hand and show me all of they teeth
And these ******* I be pattin they asses
They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes
Rappers think Detroit ****** not as down as them
Or since Im down with Slim that I sound like him
Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell
And say faggot **** to me like I look like L
My advice quit talking its over
I was knockin * ***** out when you was knockin sticks offa they shoulders
I got dirt done in my past, I know yall 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
Aint a ***** touching mines
When you listen to my shit - you dont chew, you dont breathe,
youll miss a ******* line
Every time I spit, I tick to show you its hot
Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your box
Boom! *explosion*
'God..God-damn!' ..Royce 59'
(Hook - 2x)
'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' . .Royce.. 59'
'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' ..Royce 59'
'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' ... Royce 59'
*ticking* .. *explosion* .. *more ticking*