Royce da 5'9" Freestyle | L.A. Leakers Freestyle #100

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Thou shalt not fuck with Detroit me Never owned a Coogi, Ford truck, or a pair of them gator Mauris Please hold your applause for these parables and stories Give all praise to Allah, to God be the glory My Papa raised me like I'm a dog with rabies Playin' "da ha da ha" in the drop Mercedes Drivin' with the chopper daily Pupils dilated like I'm Sada Baby Nozzle on that gun larger than the one on that Gaga lady Play with my time like I'm a playful don My arm comes out the car, my window down like I'm tryna borrow some Grey Poupon First these bitches hate it, then they love it, then they hate to love it I'm straight with publishin', I don't care if the radio station's stubborn You haters busters, I'm David Ruffin It'll take me nothin' to put your life on a dollar menu right there by the Egg McMuffin While you boys totin' Glocks, snortin' rocks, and importin' thots I'm floatin' with forty knots, to the bag like I'm a border cop Any artist in hip-hop fuck with Nickel stock, sure to drop Especially if he Russell Wilson, good guy, sorta pop You sure to die, pallbearers bring flowers, he's mortified Me and Porter got the same stayin' power, that hoarders got Whoever Superman, I got kryptonite in these hands But I'd rather soup a man, leave you liquefied with these cans I don't care if you rap niggas is trendin' topic, your shit is garbage You couldn't make a classic out of that trash if you had Brenda drop it You at the rental car spot Enterprise while I'm enterprisin' I don't cop my whip without coppin' rims and a body kit and my tint is darkened Closest I'ma probably get, to window shoppin' [Verse 2] I've been a real nigga since the beginning I did it without the ridiculous gimmicks or pretentious pretending I was taught the sky is the limit by way of Fenkell and Plymouth But my only limit is sticking my dick in a chick with a blemish I speak from a frequency that was meant to uplift the antennas I sing with the intention to riff with The Tenors, my gift is tremendous I didn't get rich and forget the incentive I'm never buying into religion or soliciting sinners, my nigga We attribute the original wave we articulate Through bricks of yay, zipped up on 18-wheelers on interstates We distribute weight then matriculate into real estate Then we assimilate, powder dealing they probably still'll hate Me and Em came through, did the original Renegade Gave that shit to Jay, then spit a gem on stage at Dilla-Day Used to rock the byzantine mix Cîroc with the grenadine Euthanize the blocks with a center they tend to intervene Snitchin' is a sin, as mixing your linen and denim jeans Growing up, blowing up was a long shot, like drone shots or limousines In between Greyhounds and Jim McLean Dome shot a cop with a stray round like Slim and Queen It's 'bout time we invest in our mental status I write rhymes for Anunnaki slave ancestors on emerald tablets Today we raging on Vegas stages with bass guitars Yesterday was agents chasing us, aprons and mason jars Planets align in orbit My mind absorbs it, the finest orifice Therefore my soul can glow in divine proportions You niggas snitchin', you need to stop your beefin' Cops crooked, wearing swat stickers attending Nazi meetings Liberace Nickel rock gems, Timbs and Huarache sneakers The 'caine made me able to drop the deacon and go off the deep end Y'all so weak, I forgot the weekend Philosophical syllables seamstress speaking in a biblical Fibonacci sequence When that bar drop, you feel your life pass you by from your far-side I got more poppin' bros than DeBarge got I suppose I compose art like a Bartók, chart high Especially now that I'm steppin' outta that economic apartheid They left us out of the archive I'm definitely probably a marked guy My weapon's out and I'm wetting y'all like I'm webbing out of a shark's eye Stepping out of a hard top on the 7 Mile and Oak Park, I Where several bodies get hog-tied, and left inside of the chalk lines 10 toes standing on granite floors, a Mosano porch Hoes snortin' Xanax Roseanne endorse, a Gauguin of sorts Culture vultures know I won't stand for shit I can't enforce Labels know my name ain't on paper or dough I can't endorse Cordae you know you'll always be my lil' man, of course Don't let Atlantic destroy your standings, playin' mechanic horse Pass the torch and walk away a hammer-thrower, my hands of force Slap Michael Rapaport 'cross the face at the Gansevoort, like That's for Meek Drop a Lonzo Ball corpse off on Nas porch dog, that's for the blasphemy No apathy, inside the mind of white supremist with cognitive dissonance most compromised position for blacks to be They cast stones and sticks at the rap throne of drip and the coin flips and Well, all you gon' get back is a splash from me I rap ridiculous, craft ubiquitous I have you niggas swimming where the bass and the fishes is, ask Vishis Yeah, I piss off the critics, I'm Master P The heavy metal was always strapped to me 'fore there was ever a Yela' rapper beef Throwing choppers in run-by's Unloading them outta Hyundais Lotus shoppin' in Mumbai That's my modus-operandi My portfolio expands Income from the slick sayings While the FBI tryna give the M1 to the stick-man Spit them braggin' bars, grab your balls, that's the speech from all They told us money talks, ain't tell us wealth don't speak at all You a fan of ours or you not a fan of art I'm a dog baller for Los Angeles broads my cannon bark, jam and spark And it talk, brrrrrrt, skip, brrrrrt, hold up, skip Man this bitch sounding like Shannon Sharpe Don't get your soul thrown to the deacon by way of this weekend's news For violating a dude like me for publicity and views Shorty don't get this .40 and this Colt .45 misconstrued 'Cause you new school dudes got Billy Dee confused I rather watch Floyd May' flash in a Gucci store a day Than work for a asshole who get mad at me askin' for a raise Cop a new cotton-picking Aston in gray just for the slaves You niggas current, Nickel was born and raised to destroy a wave Rather give these young 'uns directions, 'stead of ignore they ways Plant trees so all my advancees can enjoy the shade 60-40 ventures while tryna make 60 40 ways Paid 40K just for the J's before the Ye's Glass door attached to a castle, exquisite foyer Side door trapped through the silver screen, Sidney Poitier Flash gold on stage stone-face just for The Spades Paid 50K for the stone flakes that's 40 yays Back when the 1990 west, met the shiny vest I had Tommy S tryna sign me next Mazi Mani Lex, dry-snitching y'all probably find him wet Tell your A&R and PR that y'all ain't shit without your tiny desk