Royce da 5'9"

Boom

Lyrics

Ugh
Boom, boom
Tick-tick-tick
Yeah
Five-nine, ugh
Yo

I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson, I unload with sick spit
The quick wit could split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You hear a "Tick-tick," then you testin'
My saliva and spit could split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claim they the best and they head the throne since B.I.G is gone
If you ask me, they "Dead Wrong"

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My flow is hotter than the flash from the click
When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip
You wind up in a room full of my dogs
I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
So come, come, now, get pissed on, shitted on
Tough talk turns to, "Can't we all just get along?"
You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on
You probably ducked when they laid the gunshot in your song
My gun st-stutters when it speaks to you

Utter shit to repeat to you
'Nough in the clip, to give a speech to you
Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways
We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways
Rap now is a circus of clowns
A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd prolly rap circles around
I'm the next best to reach a peak
Formerly known as the best kept secret—I guess that I just leaked it

(Boom!)
Somebody better duck or (run)
Somebody better (watch out 'cause he's bout to blow up)
Boom boom, bam, God-damn! Royce 5'9" (boom!)
Somebody better duck or (run)
Somebody better (watch out 'cause he's bout to blow up)
Boom boom, bam, God-damn! Royce 5'9"

I'm a motherfucking star, I don't battle no more
I provide the gun-clapping round of applause after your show
And we could go toe-to-toe 'cause they calling you hot
Stepping around all your punches, like, "That's all you got?"
Every day, I'm meeting somebody and all of they peeps
Quick to shake a nigga's hand and show me all of they teeth
And these bitches—I be patting they asses
They be all dumb and googly-eyed looking at me, batting they lashes

Rappers think Detroit niggas not as down as them
Or since that I'm down with Slim that I sound like him
Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell
And say faggot shit to me like I look like L
My advice, quit talking, it's over
I was knocking niggas out when you was knocking sticks off of their shoulders
I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat
I got regrets older than some of you so-called "vets"
Niggas say I found God with the flow

Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show
Ain't a nigga touching mines
When you listen to my shit, you don't chew, you don't breathe
You don't miss a fucking line
Every time I spit, I tick to show you it's hot
Leave me in the deck too long, I blow up your box—boom!

Boom boom, bam, God-damn! Royce 5'9" (boom!)
Somebody better duck or (run)
Somebody better (watch out 'cause he's bout to blow up)
Boom boom, bam, God-damn! Royce 5'9"
(Boom!)
Somebody better duck or (run)
Somebody better (watch out 'cause he's bout to blow up)

Boom boom, bam, God-damn! Royce 5'9" (boom!)
Boom boom, bam, God-damn! Royce 5'9"
Boom boom, bam, God-damn! Royce 5'9"
Boom boom, bam, God-damn! Royce 5'9"