Mode

[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 ragtop 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)

You ain't rolling forward, you're rolling wrong

Reaching out to gangstas to be gangstas, you holding on

I grab a hold of this .44 long and let it go

More than a four 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

You extinct like a dinosaur, you can probably find me

Spooning with a dime looking like

Lucy Liu, or something to my room

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 don't 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

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Logic]

'Cause I'm in motherfuckin' 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 impendent

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

[Chorus: 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)

(Then it's game time) Beast mode

(I'm a beast) I'm in beast mode

(Know who I am) Beast mode

[Outro: Royce Da 5'9" scratches]

5, 5’9, 5, 5’9

5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9

5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9

5, 5’9, beast mode

PRhyme!