Boom

I'm the verbal-spit Smith & Wesson I unload with sick spit The quick wit could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You here a tick tick then you testin' My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits So trust me, I'm as live as it gets Everybody claiming they the best and they head the throne Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they "Dead Wrong" My flow is hotter than the flash from the click When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip You wind up in a room full of my dogs I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on Tough talk turns to, "Can't we all just get along" You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song My gun stutters when it speaks to you Utter shit to repeat to you Nothing the clip, then give a speech to you Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways Rap now is a circus of clowns A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known As the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it "Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb" "Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "Royce 5'9" "Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb" "Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "Royce 5'9" I'm a motherfuckin' star, I don't battle no mo' I provide the gun clapping a round of applause after your show We can go toe-to-toe cause they calling you hot Stepping around all your punches like, "That's all you got?" Everyday I'm meeting somebody and all of they peeps Quick to shake a nigga's hand and show me all of they teeth And these bitches I be patting they asses They be all dumb and googly-eyed looking at me, batting they lashes Rappers think Detroit niggas not as down as them Or since I'm down with Slim that I sound like him Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell And say faggot shit to me like I look like L My advice quit talking it's over I was knocking niggas out when you was knocking sticks off of their shoulders I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat I got regrets older than some of you so called vets Niggas say I found God with the flow Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show Ain't a nigga touching mines When you listen to my shit - you don't chew, you don't breathe You'll miss a fucking line Every time I spit, I tick to show you it's hot Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your box: boom!