Another Hit

[Intro]

Welcome to the future

You rockin' with Royce Da 5'9"

The year is 3000, yeah

We gonna get hype, hot, hot, rock, rock

[Chorus]

There he is with another hit hot, hot

All the kids in the gutter get rock, rock

'Cause I spit nothing other than hot, hot

And if you want that other shit stop, stop

There he is with another hit hot, hot

All the kids in the gutter get rock, rock

'Cause I spit nothing other than hot, hot

And if you want that other shit stop, stop

[Verse 1]

Yo, I'm hot, hot, spittin' in mics like jock box

On top, like as precise as a stop watch

Cypher of lights, bright lights, nice tights

Eye sights on tight writes like five mics

Next source, next door to Hector

Lex sport, next tour it effects more

You small time, you're money is all mine

Easy money, half of these cats is all blind

Get split, rip hits with Rick Swift, sixth sense

Don't forget what you're chick spent

Control mine, gold mine, never sold mine its show time

Broke his nose with a clothes line

Next club check stub from ex gov

Flex love on a track that's a test of

On a max sale just so the snare snap well

(What does this mean?) Who cares? As long as the track sell

[Chorus]

There he is with another hit hot, hot

All the kids in the gutter get rock, rock

'Cause I spit nothing other than hot, hot

And if you want that other shit stop, stop

There he is with another hit hot, hot

All the kids in the gutter get rock, rock

'Cause I spit nothing other than hot, hot

And if you want that other shit stop

[Verse 2]

Stop it, lock it with another rhyme topic

Big crew that I flock with resting in gothic

Buildings, 180 degree ceilins, stealing, push ya grill in

Secret compartment to conceal in

Feelin', get in where you fit in

Half freestyle, half written, heads spinnin'

Rhymes submitted in two minutes, I said women

Is you with me? Nah black, I said women

Floss rollies, goldies, leaving ya lof holy

Lost totally to get it across goalie

Big boys, big toys, big poys, big boys

Oops, I meant big noise

Half rap, half act, rap act say I rap wack

Black mac for a half bag

Too crude, took your crew jewels with two roo

Too rude, wearing the legendary blue shoes

Third, one-third, one slur

Sun splurred off of the top to cop one fur

Black male in the form of a crack sale

(What are you talkin' about?) Who cares? As long as the track sells

[Chorus]

There he is with another hit hot, hot

All the kids in the gutter get rock, rock

'Cause I spit nothing other than hot, hot

And if you want that other shit stop, stop

There he is with another hit hot, hot

All the kids in the gutter get rock, rock

'Cause I spit nothing other than hot, hot

And if you want that other shit stop

[Verse 3]

Wrong move, wrong dude, song's cued

Long uze, counter-attack for Kung Fu

Lace beats, escape heat, face me

Put up your dukes, I shoot, I play cheat

Foreplay in your doorway

It's my forte, four legs, doing it the mature way

Savvy leaving tragedies in the alley

Casualties, then mashin' out in the navvy

Black Lugz, gats plug, take back thugs

Snatch Bugz, act thug then get a back rub

Show you, blow you through your snow roof

Reach under your seat for heat b, there's no use

Seven seal, I'm set with eleven mil

I expect the real or expect a check that I haven't filled

Fearing faces whenever I appear in places

One ear and out the other then you hearin' naythin'

Sore losers get mad at the four cruisers

Traders hate that I made it before Judas

Rap hell to a brotha who rap well

(What you doin' man?) Who cares? As long as the track sell

[Chorus]

There he is with another hit hot, hot

All the kids in the gutter get rock, rock

'Cause I spit nothing other than hot, hot

And if you want that other shit stop, stop

There he is with another hit hot, hot

All the kids in the gutter get rock, rock

'Cause I spit nothing other than hot, hot

And if you want that other shit stop

There he is with another hit hot, hot

All the kids in the gutter get rock, rock

'Cause I spit nothing other than hot, hot

And if you want that other shit stop, stop

There he is with another hit hot, hot

All the kids in the gutter get rock, rock

'Cause I spit nothing other than hot, hot

And if you want that other shit stop