Ya Talkin’ Royce Da 5'9"

[Intro: Joe Budden]
Slaughterhouse
Drama
It's "On the House"

Some niggas talk that real shit
Others exude it
Some niggas get real braggadocious with it
Others just go where they go
Where they go, it go, y'knaw'mean?
You only acknowledge that shit if its dead, nigga
I ain't got enough to say about it
But Royce does

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
These niggas acting like I reached my prime
They keep yapping, let me speak my mind
While y'all keep talking, I try to stay calm
Thinking how can you let a few negative comments make you perspire by your armpits
When you got your idol right by your arm, shit
And you're only surrounded by monsters
Getting haunted just for celebrating what I've accomplished
And ya chick still
Got my dick in the back of her mind right around by her tonsils
For those who try to rush greatness, today is your bedtime
Before I spew wack hooks and dead lines, I will do fed time
And give me time to rap over your deadline
If it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen
Fuck it, I've been bubbling from thugging and rapping
Capturing, publishing, traveling through the underground quietly under their noses like Tubman and Chaplin
You new school shooters, you're nothing, I'm from the old school like Mullin and Paxson
You bugged out 'til you're bugging assassin
I'm dead accurate, run into me, I'm a lead accident
Pardon my Bergdorf threads if I don’t appear passionate
They hear that last shit and think that I’m here for fashion
Just to take off my glasses and hat, and that shirt
Screaming "Fuck the whole goddamn Earth"
I'm bear backing it