Royce Is Like

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9" & DJ Premier]

Well, nothin left to do but rhyme circles around niggas

Huh, Preem? (Huh?)

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]

Allow me to put it in perspective, check this

Bullets in the Tec shit, spinning and the bullet in your chest is

Best shit, meddling, what else niggas peddling?

'Cause you selling records around here is irrelevant (Statik!)

Allow me to tell you to bow whenever you around me

I'm proud 'cause God endowed me, intelligent

Look up in the sky and crown me, the now-regal

She go down, her knees are now eagle

Either my gun gon' bang or I'ma come harder

I run water on y'all lames, I unthaw you

Y'all wanna be the kings of rap, my son's smarter

I'd rather run some game on one of Run's daughters

The Mike Vick or the Kobe Bryant with this one

I'm past the pass and homie, Ryan, I just run

The Last Action Hero that the public awaits

Took it past rapping so perhaps I can govern your state

I'm Akinyele, I act Belly, so put it in your mouth

While I talk on the celly, pushing a black L-E-

I'm Makaveli, my body's in the back of a deli

Holding a cordless, frozen, with the volts in swordfish

Lying with a couple of corpses

Biggie and Gandhi, my city's behind me, others enforce it

In the Philippines, blacking out on mics, yeah

Like I'm living in a dream, acting out a nightmare

Whatever I'm saying's real

Shovel the bullshit y'all throw on the game

Is how I level the playing field (Woo!)

Y'all got to feel me, momma had to make me

God got to kill me, y'all would have to basically

Put me up on a cross, split my flows up

Call on the Bible and let 'em lift my soul up (Yeah!)

Oh my, true, amen and such

The liaison between the most high and you (Yes!)

Uncle Paul, the bearer of bad news

The era of unified armor, beware of the suicide bomber

The way he shoots the cannon

He competing with the reaper, he will take you, then vanish

Make you understand it

Shots be popping off bilingual, papi, call me Jesús in Spanish

I keep calm, I keep my piece on

I'm like Ice-T, I keep a bleach blonde

I'm like Spike Lee, I keep the floor seats so it's sweet

Y'all might not like me but no need for response

My recon's ghostly, we prime

Real estate of the minds 'cause we signed and re-signed

They say I'm at the end of my time like Esham

My emergency brakes recalled like Nissan

Peace, y'all, I'm out, niggas; I'm 'bout figures

But before I leave, I hope you don't doubt there's a...

[Verse 2]

Deep karma that's surrounding me

Like I'm a drug dealer plugged into the weed farmer

Rap NATO, plus, blasting, that's fatal

You do the math and you'll have mashed your last 'tato (Shh!)

The big empire, go within fire

The boss is so high on top, it's a kickstand by him

I am: Ryan, the giant; spit, inspire

I kill the supplier; then, I'm peeling the hitman hirer

I flow like none, you blow like guns

You hoes is polite as the soul of a Moabite nun

I'm like a Glock beam, I'm usually unseen

'Til I wanna be seen, that means one thing

So I know I be having fun being a showout

I keep my guns clean with sunscreen, I'm so hot

Petrified, ain't ya? Shook to death, ain't ya?

Bitch niggas know you; told you, I'm a stranger

I ain't seen fear, don't even know what it feel like (Uh-huh!)

I'm out of Vice City, the nigga hood in real life (Uh-huh!)

Caddy-ass niggas'll get it

I pay the cost to put you away while I'm golfing

Look, now, I'm flossing

I drive the ball then yell, "War!"

I mean, yell, "Fore!" right before I unveil the pale horse

Cock on sight, orgy or the duel

We doing like hoes or fours, who will we ruin?

Asking each other to answer answered questions

Then forgets them, I'll do 'em again, I guess

But you ain't gotta be dumb to go it (Uh-uh)

I'm too old to show it

I'm too blowed, but too young to blow it

Any time it comes to showing, I runs the show

When it comes to flowing, I go and becomes the poet

You know I capitalize by blacking out on a rhythm

I visualize the action and actualize the vision (Yeah, yeah)

I don't have to rely on ambition to get my eye on them digits

I see how I see, then get right on my business

Let me see, I'm finna choose between losing

And being the pinnacle between eaten and eating dinner food

To being interviewed, and squeeze into a closet

With a couple of tennis shoes, I call it being defeated

Minuscule amounts of dough in a dual account

So your ho can go on with you on an ounce

Sold, rounds of bottles around her mouth

That's bound to swallow, counting all of them founding fathers

You choose: getting brains or sniffing for the coochie scent

50 Gs in the chain'll glisten with the Gucci print

Basically, how I move, New York'll seem slow

You hood-rich? How I'm living? You're pork-and-bean poor

[Verse 3]

I can't complain, nigga, I pimp the game

You went to jail, nigga, I went to change

Wipe off the smirk, nigga, we ain't the same

You came to do dirt, I came to clean

You drown from hunger, I sank from fame

You shot through windows, I paints the pane

I can't explain, nigga, you ain't been trained

The same way that I have, so you ain't to blame

If you ain't ashamed, you came to swing, nigga

I came extreme, this is my claim to fame (Yeah!)

You claim the fame; I cop the jewel

Right 'fore you cop the jewel after I change the chains (Chains!)

You seem deranged, I got a thing for brains (Brains!)

You flee from rain, nigga, I reign supreme

You hang your keys up, I hang with Preem

You claiming, "Gs up," I'm claiming King

I came to slang, nigga, you came to fiend

When I'm playing arenas, you came to scream

You came to bling, nigga, I came to shine (Shine)

You came to sing, nigga, I came to grind (One more time)

You came to bling, nigga, I came to shine (Shine)

You came to sing, nigga, I came to grind