[Intro: Royce Da 5'9" & DJ Premier]
Well, nothin left to do but rhyme circles around niggas
Huh, Preem? (Huh?)
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Allow me to put it in perspective, check this
Bullets in the Tec shit, spinning and the bullet in your chest is
Best shit, meddling, what else niggas peddling?
'Cause you selling records around here is irrelevant (Statik!)
Allow me to tell you to bow whenever you around me
I'm proud 'cause God endowed me, intelligent
Look up in the sky and crown me, the now-regal
She go down, her knees are now eagle
Either my gun gon' bang or I'ma come harder
I run water on y'all lames, I unthaw you
Y'all wanna be the kings of rap, my son's smarter
I'd rather run some game on one of Run's daughters
The Mike Vick or the Kobe Bryant with this one
I'm past the pass and homie, Ryan, I just run
The Last Action Hero that the public awaits
Took it past rapping so perhaps I can govern your state
I'm Akinyele, I act Belly, so put it in your mouth
While I talk on the celly, pushing a black L-E-
I'm Makaveli, my body's in the back of a deli
Holding a cordless, frozen, with the volts in swordfish
Lying with a couple of corpses
Biggie and Gandhi, my city's behind me, others enforce it
In the Philippines, blacking out on mics, yeah
Like I'm living in a dream, acting out a nightmare
Whatever I'm saying's real
Shovel the bullshit y'all throw on the game
Is how I level the playing field (Woo!)
Y'all got to feel me, momma had to make me
God got to kill me, y'all would have to basically
Put me up on a cross, split my flows up
Call on the Bible and let 'em lift my soul up (Yeah!)
Oh my, true, amen and such
The liaison between the most high and you (Yes!)
Uncle Paul, the bearer of bad news
The era of unified armor, beware of the suicide bomber
The way he shoots the cannon
He competing with the reaper, he will take you, then vanish
Make you understand it
Shots be popping off bilingual, papi, call me Jesús in Spanish
I keep calm, I keep my piece on
I'm like Ice-T, I keep a bleach blonde
I'm like Spike Lee, I keep the floor seats so it's sweet
Y'all might not like me but no need for response
My recon's ghostly, we prime
Real estate of the minds 'cause we signed and re-signed
They say I'm at the end of my time like Esham
My emergency brakes recalled like Nissan
Peace, y'all, I'm out, niggas; I'm 'bout figures
But before I leave, I hope you don't doubt there's a...
Well, nothin left to do but rhyme circles around niggas
Huh, Preem? (Huh?)
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Allow me to put it in perspective, check this
Bullets in the Tec shit, spinning and the bullet in your chest is
Best shit, meddling, what else niggas peddling?
'Cause you selling records around here is irrelevant (Statik!)
Allow me to tell you to bow whenever you around me
I'm proud 'cause God endowed me, intelligent
Look up in the sky and crown me, the now-regal
She go down, her knees are now eagle
Either my gun gon' bang or I'ma come harder
I run water on y'all lames, I unthaw you
Y'all wanna be the kings of rap, my son's smarter
I'd rather run some game on one of Run's daughters
The Mike Vick or the Kobe Bryant with this one
I'm past the pass and homie, Ryan, I just run
The Last Action Hero that the public awaits
Took it past rapping so perhaps I can govern your state
I'm Akinyele, I act Belly, so put it in your mouth
While I talk on the celly, pushing a black L-E-
I'm Makaveli, my body's in the back of a deli
Holding a cordless, frozen, with the volts in swordfish
Lying with a couple of corpses
Biggie and Gandhi, my city's behind me, others enforce it
In the Philippines, blacking out on mics, yeah
Like I'm living in a dream, acting out a nightmare
Whatever I'm saying's real
Shovel the bullshit y'all throw on the game
Is how I level the playing field (Woo!)
Y'all got to feel me, momma had to make me
God got to kill me, y'all would have to basically
Put me up on a cross, split my flows up
Call on the Bible and let 'em lift my soul up (Yeah!)
Oh my, true, amen and such
The liaison between the most high and you (Yes!)
Uncle Paul, the bearer of bad news
The era of unified armor, beware of the suicide bomber
The way he shoots the cannon
He competing with the reaper, he will take you, then vanish
Make you understand it
Shots be popping off bilingual, papi, call me Jesús in Spanish
I keep calm, I keep my piece on
I'm like Ice-T, I keep a bleach blonde
I'm like Spike Lee, I keep the floor seats so it's sweet
Y'all might not like me but no need for response
My recon's ghostly, we prime
Real estate of the minds 'cause we signed and re-signed
They say I'm at the end of my time like Esham
My emergency brakes recalled like Nissan
Peace, y'all, I'm out, niggas; I'm 'bout figures
But before I leave, I hope you don't doubt there's a...
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