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[Produced by DJ Premier] [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, fall in line to fall back Big L's technique, Pun's grammar Before the roof went in the trunk The ragtop sat back behind the head just like a gun hammer My sickness should remind you of Christmas 'Cause I'm always coming down with something like a young Santa Understand, there will be no rematch The kinda ass whooping you'll only have to open up one can of (Nickel Nine the God) You ain't rolling forward, you're rolling wrong Reaching out to gangstas to be gangstas, you holding on I grab a hold of this .44 long and let it go More than a four year old singing the Frozen song I put this Tec to your eclectic temple and wreck your wit Then carve in your tombstone "Heavenly father, he wasn't ready To collide with a force to be reckoned with" Do you boys know who you messing with? I'm with messing-with-niggas-destiny shit, I'm from the Midwest I stopped drinking so I can start policing the block Now I just cop smoke like pig breath Pac's soul would come out if I died a big death Shoe connoisseur, who's finer, your Bitch or my bitch? It don't matter 'cause you with my ex The name of my ex inked on you, to me, homie You extinct like a dinosaur, you can probably find me Spooning with a dime looking like Lucy Liu, or something to my room Looking like a huge China drawer I'm a motherfucking walking hazard Find me in the bodying department When y'all rhyming, if y'all don't release, remind me Of Prodigy partner, y'all can have it I man up, lifted the can up Killed the killer who ran up scared When I was eight my daddy yelled down the basement steps You only gotta listen to me and the man upstairs [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Logic] 'Cause I'm in motherfuckin' beast mode Beast mode, homie, I'm in beast mode Know who I am, beast mode [Verse 2: Logic] Yeah, yeah, fuck a black, brown, yellow, or white, it's about unity While the media tryna twist my words, for the opportunity to ruin me Fuck 'em all, bitch, I'm still doing me It's you and me on the record I'll detect it like an infected nervous system I never miss, I murder my mission as the rendition I listen while my chain glisten I'ma get it like the world is endin' Dependent on if it's impendent Defendin' my mind in the way I rhyme, so I'm sendin' in The best of the best, no, never the less, I never digress, I just keep it moving Finger fuck who ain't on improving We finally grooving, on the way, no way to remove them We constantly improving, yeah, through rejuvenation I said juveniles run the nation, come now, fuck your occupation A revelation I'm facing, more secretive than a mason It look like we neck and neck but I'm far from adjacent I come so far from that basement They look at me and know I'm in beast mode [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Logic] I'm in beast mode (Then it's game time) Beast mode (I'm a beast) I'm in beast mode (Know who I am) Beast mode (I'm, I'm in the zone for realer) (Then it's game time) Beast mode (I'm a beast) I'm in beast mode (Know who I am) Beast mode [Outro: Royce Da 5'9" scratches] 5, 5'9, 5, 5'9 5'9, 5, 5'9, 5, 5, 5'9 5'9, 5, 5'9, 5, 5, 5'9 5, 5'9, beast mode PRhyme!