The Desert

Lyrics

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"] That old real shit Yo its on now Its finally time Niggas is ready for the lead OK Wall St Royce 59 The Wise Guy Ex Gov VO Drive 59 Its on y'all niggas is done [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Pompous Roll with Monsters And down for accomplices Nonfiction concepts constant Bomb threat and I ain't even on yet On spec I spit thunder and you ain't even seen the storm yet Lightning in the clouds start a fight in the crowd Hyper and loud get this mic in devoured spittin' my style Attack all of y'all react on the thought of y'all Slaughter y'all I'm calling y'all in fact I'm black ballin' y'all More vicious than an auto-pistol aimed towards rap explain fame for a shrapnel piss torque tissue Burying the lenient under the gravel salt The pump handle and barrel for carrying convenience My odyssey carries the most compare me to Phoenix Silent heart and light up a star I gotta Venus Puddle and bomb back Take cover and all that And try to not die you not rugged enough You just shook as soon I step foot in this rap shit I'm a bubble of contact like peroxide touching the cut Stuck in my raps Stupid Dominus Niggas sucking my ass boosting my confidence a buck and a half I know the game I'm a train trapped inside a name And the niggas who taught me yo we ride the same I shoot crews with the truth and chew lies of change Speeding on a dragon in an attempt to collide with fame [Verse 2: Ex-Gov] I'm mad so imagine my staff covered in mags and a mask I give any nigga a half-page raft Poisonous gas Cutting your air off in a flash You want to be dirty MC's and get above dat If you ain't never heard of Ex Government ask what Who tough you ain't bad enough to battle with us You be crushed in the Earth dust My verse just cuts and cause motherfuckers to spit up shit in the guts You might wave to cats I make a nigga bite back since you are world of rap stabber shooter Perhaps black you smack with tracks that hurt Act berserk and get attacked by God Experts [Hook: The Wise Guy] Y'all niggas slow down its getting hot in here Its because the real niggas getting hot and shit We ain't playin' The death of heat will blow you away We spit Pray to God they ain't coming your way We all aim that's why y'all all gotta be hit In the knees Snatch a knee We Arch Nemesis In the desert [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] What Its too hot in the desert I gotta be the dopest I'm hotter than Lava E Molten Niggas that sleep gotta be violently woken And who ever wants to get shitted on Let do a song I slip in the zone and rip anything with instruments on Gonna go throw and bake what ever is out I can do a song with bone and still have to take letters out Grown man keep the chrome on hand Won't stand for no shit quick to take matters into my own hands You stop violence or violence will stop you Got crews iller than anybody on your block do I roll with a white boy that pop truths Listening to rock tunes to jump in a costume and rob you The heavy metal assassin that ignites in a full metal jacket With sliders over the action Heads is plammy Facing no lyricism With creative criticism like Headziz Pammy If I do an album for you than you gonna die naked You gonna be in my debt cuz you don't buy records If your not in the dune then you need not enter I'm eating innocent crews just to feed my temper So fuck mics I say sick shit gets crushed on Get a life or get the one you got tempered [Hook: The Wise Guy] Y'all niggas slow down its getting hot in here Its because the real niggas getting hot and shit We ain't playin' The death of heat will blow you away We spit Pray to God they ain't coming your way We all aim that's why y'all all gotta be hit In the knees Snatch a knee We Arch Nemesis In the desert