[Intro: DJ Premier scratches]
"You know I come around and rock it"
I said Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!
PRhyme, word up
"You know I come around and rock it"
They saying Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!
"You know I come around and rock it"
Word up
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I write for Sean Price and Dilla, my mic is Thriller
My ratchet blows, it's trappin' souls like Bryson Tiller
They sprayed the crib, left lead in the awnings
And that's the very thing that gets me out of the bed in the mornin'
I got the bread in the corner, got my career in the sauna
I got no fear, just honor, I bled and lived through trauma
First, the Fat Boys break up, then Bow Wow retires
And now y'all disrespectin' the King
I come through there with the street sweeper for niggas
Claimin' they doin' dirt and get to just disinfectin' the scene
I'm what you call the epitomizer of gettin' dark
I will spit a geyser that'll give these guys on the charts the vitiligo of bars
I'm feelin' like the Don on the permanent throne
Weed like the Qu'ran, burn it, you can get stoned
It's smellin' like a megaphone in the coupe
Go into the extra zone in the booth, flow in the tool
The headphones, the microphone, and the new poems approve
I'm the best to ever put breaths on the measure metronome in the loop
All I can do is turn your sister to my all-night masseuse
Zonin' to Gu', this is my moment of truth
"You know I come around and rock it"
I said Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!
PRhyme, word up
"You know I come around and rock it"
They saying Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!
"You know I come around and rock it"
Word up
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I write for Sean Price and Dilla, my mic is Thriller
My ratchet blows, it's trappin' souls like Bryson Tiller
They sprayed the crib, left lead in the awnings
And that's the very thing that gets me out of the bed in the mornin'
I got the bread in the corner, got my career in the sauna
I got no fear, just honor, I bled and lived through trauma
First, the Fat Boys break up, then Bow Wow retires
And now y'all disrespectin' the King
I come through there with the street sweeper for niggas
Claimin' they doin' dirt and get to just disinfectin' the scene
I'm what you call the epitomizer of gettin' dark
I will spit a geyser that'll give these guys on the charts the vitiligo of bars
I'm feelin' like the Don on the permanent throne
Weed like the Qu'ran, burn it, you can get stoned
It's smellin' like a megaphone in the coupe
Go into the extra zone in the booth, flow in the tool
The headphones, the microphone, and the new poems approve
I'm the best to ever put breaths on the measure metronome in the loop
All I can do is turn your sister to my all-night masseuse
Zonin' to Gu', this is my moment of truth
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