Royce Is Like

Lyrics

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9" & DJ Premier] Well, nothin left to do but rhyme circles around niggas Huh, Preem? (Huh?) [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] Allow me to put it in perspective, check this Bullets in the Tec shit, spinning and the bullet in your chest is Best shit, meddling, what else niggas peddling? 'Cause you selling records around here is irrelevant (Statik!) Allow me to tell you to bow whenever you around me I'm proud 'cause God endowed me, intelligent Look up in the sky and crown me, the now-regal She go down, her knees are now eagle Either my gun gon' bang or I'ma come harder I run water on y'all lames, I unthaw you Y'all wanna be the kings of rap, my son's smarter I'd rather run some game on one of Run's daughters The Mike Vick or the Kobe Bryant with this one I'm past the pass and homie, Ryan, I just run The Last Action Hero that the public awaits Took it past rapping so perhaps I can govern your state I'm Akinyele, I act Belly, so put it in your mouth While I talk on the celly, pushing a black L-E- I'm Makaveli, my body's in the back of a deli Holding a cordless, frozen, with the volts in swordfish Lying with a couple of corpses Biggie and Gandhi, my city's behind me, others enforce it In the Philippines, blacking out on mics, yeah Like I'm living in a dream, acting out a nightmare Whatever I'm saying's real Shovel the bullshit y'all throw on the game Is how I level the playing field (Woo!) Y'all got to feel me, momma had to make me God got to kill me, y'all would have to basically Put me up on a cross, split my flows up Call on the Bible and let 'em lift my soul up (Yeah!) Oh my, true, amen and such The liaison between the most high and you (Yes!) Uncle Paul, the bearer of bad news The era of unified armor, beware of the suicide bomber The way he shoots the cannon He competing with the reaper, he will take you, then vanish Make you understand it Shots be popping off bilingual, papi, call me Jesús in Spanish I keep calm, I keep my piece on I'm like Ice-T, I keep a bleach blonde I'm like Spike Lee, I keep the floor seats so it's sweet Y'all might not like me but no need for response My recon's ghostly, we prime Real estate of the minds 'cause we signed and re-signed They say I'm at the end of my time like Esham My emergency brakes recalled like Nissan Peace, y'all, I'm out, niggas; I'm 'bout figures But before I leave, I hope you don't doubt there's a... [Verse 2] Deep karma that's surrounding me Like I'm a drug dealer plugged into the weed farmer Rap NATO, plus, blasting, that's fatal You do the math and you'll have mashed your last 'tato (Shh!) The big empire, go within fire The boss is so high on top, it's a kickstand by him I am: Ryan, the giant; spit, inspire I kill the supplier; then, I'm peeling the hitman hirer I flow like none, you blow like guns You hoes is polite as the soul of a Moabite nun I'm like a Glock beam, I'm usually unseen 'Til I wanna be seen, that means one thing So I know I be having fun being a showout I keep my guns clean with sunscreen, I'm so hot Petrified, ain't ya? Shook to death, ain't ya? Bitch niggas know you; told you, I'm a stranger I ain't seen fear, don't even know what it feel like (Uh-huh!) I'm out of Vice City, the nigga hood in real life (Uh-huh!) Caddy-ass niggas'll get it I pay the cost to put you away while I'm golfing Look, now, I'm flossing I drive the ball then yell, "War!" I mean, yell, "Fore!" right before I unveil the pale horse Cock on sight, orgy or the duel We doing like hoes or fours, who will we ruin? Asking each other to answer answered questions Then forgets them, I'll do 'em again, I guess But you ain't gotta be dumb to go it (Uh-uh) I'm too old to show it I'm too blowed, but too young to blow it Any time it comes to showing, I runs the show When it comes to flowing, I go and becomes the poet You know I capitalize by blacking out on a rhythm I visualize the action and actualize the vision (Yeah, yeah) I don't have to rely on ambition to get my eye on them digits I see how I see, then get right on my business Let me see, I'm finna choose between losing And being the pinnacle between eaten and eating dinner food To being interviewed, and squeeze into a closet With a couple of tennis shoes, I call it being defeated Minuscule amounts of dough in a dual account So your ho can go on with you on an ounce Sold, rounds of bottles around her mouth That's bound to swallow, counting all of them founding fathers You choose: getting brains or sniffing for the coochie scent 50 Gs in the chain'll glisten with the Gucci print Basically, how I move, New York'll seem slow You hood-rich? How I'm living? You're pork-and-bean poor [Verse 3] I can't complain, nigga, I pimp the game You went to jail, nigga, I went to change Wipe off the smirk, nigga, we ain't the same You came to do dirt, I came to clean You drown from hunger, I sank from fame You shot through windows, I paints the pane I can't explain, nigga, you ain't been trained The same way that I have, so you ain't to blame If you ain't ashamed, you came to swing, nigga I came extreme, this is my claim to fame (Yeah!) You claim the fame; I cop the jewel Right 'fore you cop the jewel after I change the chains (Chains!) You seem deranged, I got a thing for brains (Brains!) You flee from rain, nigga, I reign supreme You hang your keys up, I hang with Preem You claiming, "Gs up," I'm claiming King I came to slang, nigga, you came to fiend When I'm playing arenas, you came to scream You came to bling, nigga, I came to shine (Shine) You came to sing, nigga, I came to grind (One more time) You came to bling, nigga, I came to shine (Shine) You came to sing, nigga, I came to grind