Gun Harmonizing

Album cover art for "Gun Harmonizing" by Royce Da 5'9" & Crooked I

Royce Da 5'9" & Crooked I - Rap

Gun Harmonizing

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Duration: 4:15

Lyrics

[Intro] Somebody lift me up, yeah And give me a hand Give me a ride, I'm sliding off the highway There's a curve in the road, I don't know when I'm going, crazy [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" vocal gun sounds] Pop, pop, pop, brrrap, pap, pap Brrrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, brrr-r-r, bp-bp-bp-bp-bp Bap-bm-bm bap, brrr-r-r, bm-bap, bm-bm, bap, bap, bap Brrr-r-r, bap-bm-bm, bap, bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bow! Bp, brrrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, bm-bow, yak, yak, yak Gak-gak-gak-gak, ow! Bap, bap, brrrap, bm-bm-bap, bap, bap Gt-gt-gt-gt-gt-gt-bap, blap, brrrap, bow! [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Verbalizing my theme: murder Communicating while you debating, using machine squirters Br-r-rt, that trigger's my tongue, I l-l-lick a nigga That four-fifth'll lift a nigga whole clique up The Lord call for your soul, it's time to go, pick up Answer the horn, it's blowing at you, you cold, stiff up My heat heating my whole hip up All we do is court strippers Your metal freezing like it's a morgue zipper, I— Ride around with Preem Not the Preem from Queens, but the Preem from "DWYCK" 'Bout to change the game, 'bout to fly the Desert Eagle for y'all people, like the wing's the clip And the barrel's the beak (Beak), my apparel is fleece I'm adorned in diamonds, I'm a pharaoh, deceased Like if Spawn was rhyming, and I would advise you not to tempt her New Temptations, the gun harmonizing [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" vocal gun sounds] Bow, bap, bap, brr-r-ow, bap, bap Brrap-bm-bm-bap, bm-bap, bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp Bing, bap, bap, brr-rock-km, bm-bm-bap, bop Brr-ring, we 'bout that, ha, brr-r-rp, bap Bow, bow, brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, brrap-bm-bm, bap Kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak, raow Bap, bap, brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap Bm-bap, bm-bap, bap, bm-bap, brr-rp, bow! [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Every bullet's a note I write with a firing pen—every time that trigger pull, it's a quote Inside a booth full of smoke, sniffing lines of that gunpowder I'm hotter than a pair of boots and a coat—and a turtleneck The best rapper alive could be the best rapper that died—I'm murderous If you ain't get it by now, I'm suicidal, I'm wild A nigga better than me, is who I ain't heard of yet So I ain't murdered yet He ain't even been born; his momma's a virgin—she ain't even fertile yet Prepare to get back, next time you take a shit, stand and turn around and look in the toilet, then compare me to that! Don't compare me to none of these muh'fuckin' wannabe hustlers Tough until they standing in front of me, duckin' It's off with your head, nigga, 'less you one of them Dodgers We sound off as one, we gun harmonize [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" vocal gun sounds] Brr-ow! Bap, brr-ow! Bap, bap Brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, bp, t-k-gk-gk-gk-gk Bap, bap, bap, brr-ek-km-km, get, gk-gk-gk-vek Get, gk-gk-get back, back, bp, bp-bp, bow! Bip, brr-ek-bm-bm, bap, bap Brr-ek-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, brr-rt, bp-bap-bap-bap-bap Bap, bm-bap, bap, brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, bap Bap, bap, bap, brr-r, gk-gk-gk-gk-gk [Verse 3: Crooked I] This shit is musical, my spit is beautiful And if the best rapper died, we'd be sitting at Nickel's funeral But we ain't dying 'cause our trigger finger nail you As quick as you clip a cuticle, hollows'll hit your follicles I split your wig from far away, like a long-arm barber Then lift your weight, like a strong-arm robber Put that on Moses, I rely on my rod As sure as Satan's tongue lying to God, everybody dying It's like you standing in a circular firing squad Singers for hire, I find him a job You see, the gauge: baritone; the revolver's a tenor Way the shots spin your body, I'ma call 'em "The Spinners" Call 'em "Earth, Wind and Fire," put you beneath the earth, wind, and fire Feel the fire that burnt Richard Pryor (Yeah) I'm keeping two guns, I named 'em "Romeo" and "Juliet" Make you take five, like you and your homies on a movie set— [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" vocal gun sounds] Brr-ow! Bap, brr-ow! Bap, bap Brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, bp, t-k-gk-gk-gk-gk Bap, bap, bap, brr-ek-km-km, get, gk-gk-gk-vek Get, gk-gk-get back, back, bp, bp-bp, bow! Bip, brr-ek-bm-bm, bap, bap Brr-ek-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, brr-rt, bp-bap-bap-bap-bap Bap, bm-bap, bap, brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, bap Bap, bap, bap, brr-r, gk-gk-gk-gk-gk, bow!

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Credits

Writers
  • Crooked I
  • Royce Da 5'9"