Royce the 5-9 Freestyle

Lyrics

[Royce 5-9] Yo yo, check it, yo You get laced by the gun, in case you try to run Hatred on my face by the ton, get baked by the sun Constructed of interplanetary rock and metal Toppin' levels of combustion that's hot enough to stop the devil Innovative thrust that a enemy The impact'll be the generated destructive energy that flatten trees Black boy since birth, burst and tore the womb up Hit the Earth like a asteroid and blew the moon up Trust me, I'm the epitome, you better bust me Any cat can say "F" me and he gon' touch me Smokin' organic ganja inside of a stanza Me and my man psycho smoke ? wit volcanic lava Man and it's hot, I'm outta my--- From the bottom, I can leap out a bottomless pit and land at the top Raw, that's what I came out here for To raise an eclipse and an occasional trip to the beer store And switch up, to breed of MC and stick a bitch up With vigorous speed, to reach in the sea and pick a fish up I'm fly against all laws of gravitation I done crushed all of ya'll, now you want a collaboration? But F that, you stepped up, so I'ma put your rep up And tear the rest up wit' every joint that I press up Handlin' heat and ammo, bullets passin' you by Challengin' me to battle – man, you askin' to die Narrow off niggas and squeeze a grenade until it's dissolved Bite the barrel off a revolve' and spit it Then forget it, I earned it I'll kill you, then come to your funeral and strangle you to confirm it Mind's carry malaria Sick, ask cats who the best is – you'll hear "5-9" in every area Huntin' your head, punchin' you dead, you ain't nice I battled you before, but I don't remember nothin' you said You was wack, I was gon' quit on it 'til I thought "My dick is big enough for all ya'll niggas to get on it" Makin' ya high off of the smoke, offer your coat Makin' ya'll join that big Hip-Hop nation in the sky And it's easy, believe me You better been frontin' when you said you was hot 'Cause you couldn't please me if you was beggin' me