[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
Hey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin'
(These are my highs and lows)
You've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation
(No matter where we go)
If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'
But we ain't sang you a lullaby
(I got no love in my heart for the other side)
B-b-bye, bye, bye
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
The streets said I'm either supposed to be in jail or dead
My uncle told me before he died to watch for these whores
Before I wake up in the bed in the morn'
Next to a horse head, prolly why I'm war-bred
Prolly why my self-portrait, should be a Porsche with bald tires
And poor tread, to symbolize my upward swim, uh!
Nigga, we ain't go to no NBA
All we know's to sweep rappers up to K
Lookin' like, I'm tryna rake leaves on a windy day
So leave me out of your kind of war, be hysterics
When's the last time you seen a carnivore eat a carrot?
When's the last rhyme you heard that had you trying to find your words?
[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Such absurd verbs do not disturb blurbs
Slid to the curb, he's not the first herb written on a mirror
Blurred rap guys is buyin' by like flies on a turd
Preemo and Royce surprise 'em, eye-to-eye 'em, they scurred
Slur intended, demented, got some nerve
Got no patience and a little perturbed, you heard?
Guessin' wit' more questions than answers
Why they started rhymin'? Should've just remained dancers
It's better odds than countin' cards at the Luxor…
Carbon fiber, black mask, askin' what the fuck tux for
Deluxe war, to whom it may concern
It's too late to burn; DOOM; you wait your turn
Hey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin'
(These are my highs and lows)
You've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation
(No matter where we go)
If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin'
But we ain't sang you a lullaby
(I got no love in my heart for the other side)
B-b-bye, bye, bye
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
The streets said I'm either supposed to be in jail or dead
My uncle told me before he died to watch for these whores
Before I wake up in the bed in the morn'
Next to a horse head, prolly why I'm war-bred
Prolly why my self-portrait, should be a Porsche with bald tires
And poor tread, to symbolize my upward swim, uh!
Nigga, we ain't go to no NBA
All we know's to sweep rappers up to K
Lookin' like, I'm tryna rake leaves on a windy day
So leave me out of your kind of war, be hysterics
When's the last time you seen a carnivore eat a carrot?
When's the last rhyme you heard that had you trying to find your words?
[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Such absurd verbs do not disturb blurbs
Slid to the curb, he's not the first herb written on a mirror
Blurred rap guys is buyin' by like flies on a turd
Preemo and Royce surprise 'em, eye-to-eye 'em, they scurred
Slur intended, demented, got some nerve
Got no patience and a little perturbed, you heard?
Guessin' wit' more questions than answers
Why they started rhymin'? Should've just remained dancers
It's better odds than countin' cards at the Luxor…
Carbon fiber, black mask, askin' what the fuck tux for
Deluxe war, to whom it may concern
It's too late to burn; DOOM; you wait your turn
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