The Desert Royce Da 5'9" (Ft. Wallstreet)

[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