Royce da 5'9" - N My Zone (Mask Off) lyrics

The separation of talent and skill is
One of the greatest misunderstood
Concepts for people who are trying
To excel, who have dreams
That want to do things talent you
Have naturally skill is only developed
By hours and hours and hours
Of beating on your craft

I've been killing microphones
Killing microphones
I've been killing microphones
Killing microphones
Nigga, I've been killing microphones
Killing microphones
Killing microphones, killing microphones

I been like the zone
When you talk to me minimize your tone
Take some of that bass out your voice
Don't go and put your Energizer on
With this beef I'm going all the way
I don't mean to the end of night, come on
I mean I'mma take it to the grave
Until end your life it's on
I'm talking about cracker-jacking
These niggas
'Til their whole enterprise is gone
I'm talking about clapping at these niggas
With some shit that's gonna
Feminize you strong
I'm talking about tenderize the bone
I ain't talking about weird science though
When I say that my ceiling is probably gone
I'm talking about villainizing your home
Nigga, I been in like the zone
I'm looking like Rambo in this bitch
But nigga, I ain't feeling like Stallone
Feel more like I'm in a heist alone
Look, I don't like to aim
My shit at any artist
When I'm writing I'm just generalizing
How am I gon' take a shot at something
I can't even fucking identify with?
I'm feeling like the long days
Away from feeling my Patrón
Used to have the coldest
Bitches waiting for me chilling by the phone
Used to do donuts on the grass
Now I'm just feeling like a drone
'Cause even though I'm
Sitting high somewhere
I'm still spinning by your home, bitch

I've been killing microphones
Bitch, killing microphones, bitch
I've been killing microphones
Killing microphones
Nigga, I've been killing microphones
Killing microphones
Killing microphones, killing microphones

This a new life, who this? This a new phone
Who this? I'm in a new zone
Who this? This ain't no Redbone and who this
I'm sorry, my top is unavailable right now
My roof gone, who this?
Nigga, my taste amazin
My chick look like the waitress from Hooters
And she about to fix me dinner
She independent
But she into niggas that's big spenders
And I'm into fitting this dick in her
And she into fitness like Brittany Renner
I used to chase the liquor with the Guinness
Move making, nigga, with the business
With the winners in the bed with two majors
I still wake up feeling independent
I'm a savage
On top of that I'm a reckless product of D&D
Stop critiquing me, my detractors
Just couldn't sell a record to the DMV
I'm somebody, ain't nobody better than
My precise knowledge and intelligence
Well advanced
I swipe a knife across your white
Collar like a cheddar scam
I put your lights out like Edison
Ain't nobody out there ready for him
My blood type B positive
Your type O like the credit's wrong
I'm immune to all medic-on
Blue Ferrari head is gone
Went from palladiums to colosseum stadiums
You perform in the Reddit forum
I spot a bitch nigga like
Cyclops on Santa Monica
Got a model blowing my mind
My new Monica is blowing my harmonica
The car odometer is on the bottom
Of all the numbers like you dial star pound
Or put the car around white walls
Call 'em fire marshalls to come
And shut the party down
I'm the leader of CMB
Doing 52 over speed bumps
In front of your table with TMZ
Doin interviews while you eat lunch
I deal with mics real Kendrick-like
I'll kill a mic
Cash rules everything around me until I die
Looking right into the vanilla sky
I'm funny acting "who this?"
You owe me money, run me that or do this
Get a running start, jump into a hole
Take a hole in that beluga
I act like them older cats with moola
Dragging motorcycles past the light
With Kodiak on that Patrón, I'm
Hot and on cognac, i'm cooler
And I'mma show no reaction to your rollie
Flashing like my zodiac a jeweler
Ain't nothing but a dead something
I be headhunting, yeah
I'm going for that medulla
Boo yah, don't be acting foolish
Baby, this a new phone
You yapping "who this?"
Maybe everything I'm gon' say from
Here on then is
Gon' be on the behalf of "who this?"
(Hello) This a new life, who this?
I'm on a roll like two dice moving
I'm on a boat in Dubai fooling
On the moped flute-by shooting
I'm an unapologetic work in progress
Product of a hard-working dedicated
Father with shortcomings
Praying all his sons make it farther
People say that it make you
Softer to raise a daughter
But it made me harder
Smarter with the way I make dollars just to
Make sure she stay a baby baller
The way I zone is like the AC on
I play like KC and KG
You can't even cage me
I be using Windows like I'm on a HP
Just look around
I don't own a thing that ain't in HD
I ain't interested in the crown
That don't belong to Wayne, shady or Jay Z
That's a opposite
You don't like your life, how about death?
You don't like to fight, how about sex?
You don't like the kind of
Car you drive, okay
How about Bow Wow's jet?
I got the kind of flow
That destroy the place though
How about you take your shot at Rihanna
Like I did when I said "hi"?
Or how about with Soulja Draco?
How about I come through and paint
The floor with your whole crew?
How about the coroner come through and
Tell you go get Maaco
How about I don't give a
Fuck about burning bridges?
How about I walk through
The fire 'cause I'm
Hot and I got the golden gate flow?
How about I box? How about like Argyle
I sock niggas and give 'em
Disease like a irock
How about I hop out the Maybach
And challenge every living emcee?