Mode II

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9] Yeah, fall in line To fall back, Big L's technique, Pun's grammar Before the roof went in the trunk, the ragtops Sat back behind the head, just like a gun hammer My sickness, should remind you of Christmas, cause I’m always coming down with something, like a young Santa Understand, there will be no rematch The kinda ass whooping, you’ll only have to open up one can of (Nickel Nine the God) Huh? You ain’t rolling forward, you’re rolling wrong Reaching out to gangstas, to be gangsta, you holding on I grab a hold of this .44 long, and let it go More than a 4 year old, singing the Frozen song I put this Tec to your eclectic temple And wreck your wit, then carve in your tombstone: “Heavenly Father, he wasn’t ready to collide with a force To be reckoned with.” Do you boys know who you messing with? I’m with messing-with-niggas-destiny shit, I'm from the Midwest, I stopped drinking so I can start policing The block, now I just cop smoke, like pig breath Pac’s soul would come out, if I died a big death Shoe connoisseur, who’s finer, your bitch? Or my bitch? It don’t matter, cause you with my ex The name of my ex inked on you, to me homie Extinct, like a dinosaur, you can probably find me spooning With a dime looking like Lucy Liu, or something to my broom Looking like, a huge China drawer, I’m a motherfucking Walking hazard, find me in the bodying department When y’all rhyming, if y’all own release remind me Of Prodigy partner, y’all can have it, I man up Lifted the can up, killed the killer, who ran up scared When I was eight, my daddy yelled down the basement steps: "You only gotta listen to me, and the man upstairs!" [Hook 1: Royce Da 5'9 + Logic] Cause I’m in motherfucking beast mode Beast mode, homie I’m in beast mode (Know who I am) Beast mode [Verse 2: Logic] Yeah, yeah, fuck a black, brown, yellow or white it’s about unity While the media tryna twist my words, for the opportunity to ruin me Fuck ‘em all, bitch, I’m still doing me It’s you and me on the record I’ll detect it like an infected nervous system I never miss, I murder my mission as the rendition I listen while my chain glisten I’ma get it like the world is endin' Dependent on if it’s impending Defendin' my mind in the way I rhyme so I’m sendin' in The best of the best, no never the less I never digress I just keep it moving Finger fuck who ain’t on improving We finally grooving, on the way, no way to remove them We constantly improving, yeah, through rejuvenation I said juveniles run the nation, come now, fuck your occupation A revelation I’m facing, more secretive than a mason It look like we neck and neck but I’m far from adjacent I come so far from that basement They look at me and know I'm in beast mode [Hook 2: Royce da 5'9" + Logic] I’m in beast mode Then it’s game time, beast mode I’m a beast, I’m in beast mode Know who I am Beast mode I’m, I’m in the zone for realer [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9] You roll down on me they gonna call craps We don't call cops we just rolls so they call paps Y'all in my office, similes all facts Yes I fought wars, my enemies all wack Check your chalkboard Critics said things shit they ain't even killing they arsenals Me and the God flow Guard the team like Damian Lillard the stiller And poke your chest out like Cardinals Y'all rhyme schemes are escargot, mine's a Newport Marlboro, Chicago next shops to Chiraq Pirates turning niggas' skill into the dog bone Y'all go fetch and this is all from me being barked on And now your dog gone And I'm a daw-gone vet So you might wanna resort to more peaceful matters My bitch flirt with an entertainer, he can have her I was taught that when there's beef to just keep quiet And peep his pattern If he strikes shepherd, the sheep will scatter Extendos, hanging out the windows Of them Benzos, assumptions you have them in your window Hip-hop is just an outlet for y'all to follow The fakes, not over the hill just know the high road to take No cheeks to turn and all I know is I ain't all out of hallows The symbolism of me inside a diablo Playing Mariah, burning this money fast Until I'm all out of high notes Nigga my weight up So much that I no longer challenge haters From no on I'm a call out a high-low [Interlude] Nickel-Nine the God [Hook 1: Royce Da 5'9 + Logic] Then it’s game time cause I’m in motherfucking beast mode Beast mode, homie I’m in beast mode Know who I am beast mode [Verse 4: Logic] Yeah, it's the return of the mad rapper, dead president kidnapper Motivated, underrated, most hated Talk shit behind my back but in person congratulated Damn this is my vision written without a revision Like I am lost in a matrix I'm everything but complacent Like my dream is adjacent but I can't make a move Fifteen writing rhymes inspired by Illmatic I'm still at it, every record I record leave the record shattered Cause I be in the lab for a month Searching for inner peace through meditation like a monk I'm over their head and yet they still sleeping like a bottom bunk Why these thirsty bitches throw me pussy like I got them drunk I master the flow these up and comers have only spilt I got back from Ireland so you know the show I kilt I never truly admire the empire I built Cause when you're comfortable power shifts and positions tilt At business meetings I go through lyrics within my mind Cause the ultimate therapy is whenever I rhyme First time shaking their hand for the fifth time Being introduced to people that used to pay me no mind Used to count my money now I weigh it by the crate Far from an up-and-comer, my competition’s the greats and I don't give my wifey the rubber, like raw sex I give her the plastic cause I'm the one that cut the checks now Yeah, my flow expand like frozen water I fathered these motherfuckers just like a daughter And if they want beef then I gotta little slaughter My bars are hotter than the steel cages after the solder It's nada, everything you plan on doing we already thought of Talking years before you fuckers because we work harder See I've been at it from the start Married to the game 'till death do us part [Hook 2: Royce da 5'9" + Logic] I’m in beast mode Then it’s game time, beast mode I’m a beast I’m in beast mode Know who I am, beast mode I’m, I’m in the zone for realer [Verse 5: Royce Da 5'9] I'm the highest, exalted Rappers are doing a lot of talking You're tired of me living then you'll probably die of exhaustion The fliest looking like I've got a living stylus Later for sales, you know who got the illest album Loaded a chopper with slugs, call that the K Michelle Then I dump that bitch, now that's the Idris Alba Bitch niggas get with a nigga bitch Just to call a nigga a bitch nigga to a nigga bitch Ain't gotta be in no cemetery to dig a ditch Don't need bananas and Ben and Jerry's to get a split Wig, you know I'm big slipping through new equip Stop gassing you know we couldn't care less if you a chick The tech popping like a question get it right Triggers mic, put a niggas wife in the air like Ludacris (Nickel-Nine the God) I'm a beast Fall in line or fall back I'm plugged into the shooters What I say isn't forced with a connect So this ain't all rap We coned the perimeter in all black Like the back of Forest Whitaker's neck Niggas get all naps You woulda, coulda, shoulda ass niggas Couldn't fuck a bitch with pills and jello pudding gas nigga If you ever ever hear about me taking shit Best believe there's toilets in the safe And I'm on it eating spaghetti bolognaise And if you in my lane I hope you know you rolling with grenades I'm the coldest, you the hoest I'll let you switch places with me if Drea agrees Then she gonna come through and delete my wholeness with a face [Hook 2] Then it’s game time, beast mode I’m a beast, I’m in beast mode Know who I am, beast mode I’m, I’m in the zone for realer Then it’s game time, beast mode I’m a beast, beast mode Know who I am, beast mode [Outro: Royce Da 5'9] 5, 5’9, 5, 5’9 5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9 5, 5’9, beast mode PRhyme!