ELZhi, Royce da 5'9" - Motown 25 lyrics

I end careers, years
Pierce ears fierce with spears
They say I'm gifted
Get lifted like the beers in Cheers
Catch a thunder bolt
Pockets stay lump from hundred notes
Stunning quotes make you run your
Coat while the sun's afloat
Prehaps, my skill is real as G Rap's
It feel as ill
As concealing drills in the knee caps
Your funny style get three
Snaps in the circle
When off the purple and greens
I'm higher than the jeans on Urkel
Then I murk you bust tecs
The lead sparking now who be
My next head target
I lift up, roll out like the red carpet
Say my name three times in the
Mirror and if I hear you
I'll appear clearer
Extend both arms and pull you nearer
Pound for pound, I'm pretty live on the mic
And keep it flooded like Mike on Motown 25
Put your soul on ice and sold
It for a whole known price
I'm nice, keep a knot swole on dice
Grin is sarcastic
The way my pen'll spark acid on the bar
Whether in the crib or the car, blast it
Son is a, prob' rob funds from your publisher
While his dogs put his guns
To you like the Punisher or the Terminator
Flow is harder than a German major
Midtermin' paper, the kid burns the saber
Striking cats, how you want it, gats
Spike or bats i know you liking that
I stay sharper than Viking hats
Exhale, blowed mist
Served you with a cold dish
Niggas vomiting, bowels moving
They can't hold piss
EL and Royce, double team
Hotter than a cup of steam
Club your spleen and bury you
Just as deep as a submarine
Flawless, should be that very
Reason you applaud us
You saw us laying down a law
Just as raw as crawfish
You met your death and although
I took away your breath and I ran
I still left with a grand like Theft Auto

You little niggas can't touch me, baby
Okay, maybe JAY-Z or maybe not
Pardon if I sound lazy
I've been puffing crazy
Writing Puff's shit, so
Motherfucker, fuck you, pay me
Or lay down in your feces, my guns talk
I'm speechless
My pen's that Teller, I bends that fella
Now peep this i eat you and then wash you
Down with who you eat with
Me and eLZhi, yeah, we split, he's sick
I'm sick i'm sick of how sick he is
He's sick of how sick me is
Me, baby me, sickest in the D
Since the Shady LP
I can fuck, that's what ladies tell me
'83, I was fucking, I was six
Head in my momma's daycare
Yeah, that was nothing, i'm the shit
Back into my rhyme again
Niggas call me arrogant
That's because I'm confident
I found it when I found a pen
Three deals later, three meals later
Tryna win
About to be signed again, that's right
I'm 'bout to clown again
Knock-knock, who is that? It's
The cat that'll snap
Throw cheese in the trap, on your homie
You a rat ha ha ha, I'm back
Matter of fact I've never left
Those who say they ain't expect it
Can't accept it
Haters left this boy no choice but to blow
Fuck another ho from on another pole
Fuck a show
Fuck a flow, I'm about getting money fast
While you rapping or perhaps
You hustling sucka-slow
Ice glow, sticky green, Bush on sicky team
Capone, put powerful White Boy Ricky cream
Get him straight if he leans
Fifty fiends in a line
Nickel Nine, been around
Niggas you would kneel around
From Milan to Iran, I'm a don
Now when I'm around
Niggas calmin down, eatin like it's Ramadan