[Intro: Robot Voice]
Mr. Porter has asked me to warn you that this next joint may harm your speakers
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
If this ain't real hip hop nigga tell me what it is then
Walking sci-fi cyborg, my image is
Napalm, translation, you tampon bleed
Like the opposite of mankind
Tryna put your hands on my damn rod
You might as well handstand on a land mine
If I ain't bout that, let adversity hurt me
Like if I ain't bounce back, all I do is count stacks
You can't put me and flames in the same quote
Beast on the track, me and Usain Bolt in the same boat
Mention me and lightning in the same volt
Crqckers amphibian, I'm a handful
Guns give you suntans like a Pakistan Indian, pop shit
Quick enough to snatch a fly out the air with some fuckin' chopsticks, uh-uh-uh
Nigga, who hotter than me?
I'm on a million dollar-AK-hollering spree (Nickel!)
[Verse 2: Black Milk]
If this ain't raw shit, then nigga, I'm lost in the game
And that means everyone remains comin' with that soft shit
This is that dark flow, caught up in the alley walking
Like "Losing Out Pt. 2" without Alan Parsons
Take precaution, the percussion is danger
These niggas feelin' anger, like ever since we came up, ugh
My circle always come prepared
While other cats is like a plaid shirt: All I see is a bunch of squares
Have a bunch of Leers out in London on stage
Watching hands to the ceiling while rocking in front of fans
Yeah, we so in here, so advanced, so far into the future
Copping grands, these niggas won't comprehend
This game looks wide open in my eyes
So, of course, I took it and ran with it like a baton, ch-ch
And passed it to my fam, the legacy lives on
Fuck being a hundred deep, we're trying to be a mil' strong
Mr. Porter has asked me to warn you that this next joint may harm your speakers
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
If this ain't real hip hop nigga tell me what it is then
Walking sci-fi cyborg, my image is
Napalm, translation, you tampon bleed
Like the opposite of mankind
Tryna put your hands on my damn rod
You might as well handstand on a land mine
If I ain't bout that, let adversity hurt me
Like if I ain't bounce back, all I do is count stacks
You can't put me and flames in the same quote
Beast on the track, me and Usain Bolt in the same boat
Mention me and lightning in the same volt
Crqckers amphibian, I'm a handful
Guns give you suntans like a Pakistan Indian, pop shit
Quick enough to snatch a fly out the air with some fuckin' chopsticks, uh-uh-uh
Nigga, who hotter than me?
I'm on a million dollar-AK-hollering spree (Nickel!)
[Verse 2: Black Milk]
If this ain't raw shit, then nigga, I'm lost in the game
And that means everyone remains comin' with that soft shit
This is that dark flow, caught up in the alley walking
Like "Losing Out Pt. 2" without Alan Parsons
Take precaution, the percussion is danger
These niggas feelin' anger, like ever since we came up, ugh
My circle always come prepared
While other cats is like a plaid shirt: All I see is a bunch of squares
Have a bunch of Leers out in London on stage
Watching hands to the ceiling while rocking in front of fans
Yeah, we so in here, so advanced, so far into the future
Copping grands, these niggas won't comprehend
This game looks wide open in my eyes
So, of course, I took it and ran with it like a baton, ch-ch
And passed it to my fam, the legacy lives on
Fuck being a hundred deep, we're trying to be a mil' strong
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