The Desert

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]

That old real shit

Yo its on now

Its finally time

Niggas is ready for the lead

OK

Wall St

Royce 59

The Wise Guy

Ex Gov

VO Drive 59

Its on y'all niggas is done

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]

Pompous

Roll with Monsters

And down for accomplices

Nonfiction concepts constant

Bomb threat and I ain't even on yet

On spec I spit thunder and you ain't even seen the storm yet

Lightning in the clouds start a fight in the crowd

Hyper and loud get this mic in devoured spittin' my style

Attack all of y'all react on the thought of y'all

Slaughter y'all I'm calling y'all in fact I'm black ballin' y'all

More vicious than an auto-pistol aimed towards rap explain fame for a shrapnel piss torque tissue

Burying the lenient under the gravel salt

The pump handle and barrel for carrying convenience

My odyssey carries the most compare me to Phoenix

Silent heart and light up a star I gotta Venus

Puddle and bomb back

Take cover and all that

And try to not die you not rugged enough

You just shook as soon I step foot in this rap shit

I'm a bubble of contact like peroxide touching the cut

Stuck in my raps

Stupid Dominus

Niggas sucking my ass boosting my confidence a buck and a half

I know the game I'm a train trapped inside a name

And the niggas who taught me yo we ride the same

I shoot crews with the truth and chew lies of change

Speeding on a dragon in an attempt to collide with fame

[Verse 2: Ex-Gov]

I'm mad so imagine my staff covered in mags and a mask

I give any nigga a half-page raft

Poisonous gas

Cutting your air off in a flash

You want to be dirty MC's and get above dat

If you ain't never heard of Ex Government ask what

Who tough you ain't bad enough to battle with us

You be crushed in the Earth dust

My verse just cuts and cause motherfuckers to spit up shit in the guts

You might wave to cats

I make a nigga bite back since you are world of rap stabber shooter

Perhaps black you smack with tracks that hurt

Act berserk and get attacked by God Experts

[Hook: The Wise Guy]

Y'all niggas slow down its getting hot in here

Its because the real niggas getting hot and shit

We ain't playin'

The death of heat will blow you away

We spit

Pray to God they ain't coming your way

We all aim that's why y'all all gotta be hit

In the knees

Snatch a knee

We Arch Nemesis

In the desert

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]

What

Its too hot in the desert

I gotta be the dopest

I'm hotter than Lava E Molten

Niggas that sleep gotta be violently woken

And who ever wants to get shitted on

Let do a song

I slip in the zone and rip anything with instruments on

Gonna go throw and bake what ever is out

I can do a song with bone and still have to take letters out

Grown man keep the chrome on hand

Won't stand for no shit quick to take matters into my own hands

You stop violence or violence will stop you

Got crews iller than anybody on your block do

I roll with a white boy that pop truths

Listening to rock tunes to jump in a costume and rob you

The heavy metal assassin that ignites in a full metal jacket

With sliders over the action

Heads is plammy

Facing no lyricism

With creative criticism like Headziz Pammy

If I do an album for you than you gonna die naked

You gonna be in my debt cuz you don't buy records

If your not in the dune then you need not enter

I'm eating innocent crews just to feed my temper

So fuck mics

I say sick shit gets crushed on

Get a life or get the one you got tempered

[Hook: The Wise Guy]

Y'all niggas slow down its getting hot in here

Its because the real niggas getting hot and shit

We ain't playin'

The death of heat will blow you away

We spit

Pray to God they ain't coming your way

We all aim that's why y'all all gotta be hit

In the knees

Snatch a knee

We Arch Nemesis

In the desert