Royce da 5'9" - Another Hit lyrics

Welcome to the future
You rockin' with Royce da 5'9"
The year is 3000, yeah
We gonna get hype, hot hot rock rock

There he is with another hit hot hot
All the kids in the gutter get rock rock
Cause I spit nothing other than hot hot
And if you want that other shit stop stop
There he is with another hit hot hot
All the kids in the gutter get rock rock
Cause I spit nothing other than hot hot
And if you want that other shit stop stop

Yo I'm hot hot
Spittin' in mics like jock box
On top, like as precise as a stop watch
Cypher of lights, bright lights, nice tights
Eye sights on tight writes like five mics
Next source, next door to Hector
Lex sport, next tour it effects more
You small time you're money is all mine
Easy money half of these cats is all blind
Get split, rip hit's with Rick Swift
Sixth sense
Don't forget what you're chick spent
Control mine, gold mine
Never sold mine it's show time
Broke his nose with a clothes line
Next club check stub from ex gov
Flex love on a track that's a test of
On a max sale just so the snare snap well
(What does this mean?)
Who cares? As long as the track sell

There he is with another hit hot hot
All the kids in the gutter get rock rock
Cause I spit nothing other than hot hot
And if you want that other shit stop stop
There he is with another hit hot hot
All the kids in the gutter get rock rock
Cause I spit nothing other than hot hot
And if you want that other shit stop

Stop it lock it with another rhyme topic
Big crew that I flock with resting in gothic
Buildings 180 degree ceilings
Stealing, push ya grill in
Secret compartment to conceal in feelin'
Get in where you fit in
Half freestyle, half written heads spinning
Rhymes submitted in two minutes i said women
Is you with me? Nah black, I said women
Floss rollies, goldies leaving ya lof holy
Lost totally to get it across goalie
Big boys, big toys big poys, big boys
Oops i meant big noise half rap, half act
Rap act say I rap wack
Black mac for a half bag too crude
Took your crew jewels with two roo
Too rude, wearing the legendary blue shoes
Third, one-third, one slur
Sun splurred off of the top to cop one fur
Black male in the form of a crack sale
(What are you talkin' about?)
Who cares? As long as the track sells

There he is with another hit hot hot
All the kids in the gutter get rock rock
Cause I spit nothing other than hot hot
And if you want that other shit stop stop
There he is with another hit hot hot
All the kids in the gutter get rock rock
Cause I spit nothing other than hot hot
And if you want that other shit stop

Wrong move, wrong dude, song's cued
Long uze, counter-attack for Kung Fu
Lace beats, escape heat, face me
Put up your dukes, I shoot i play cheat
Foreplay in your doorway
It's my forte, four legs
Doing it the mature way
Savvy leaving tragedies in the alley
Casualties, then mashin' out in the navvy
Black Lugz, gats plug, take back thugs
Snatch Bugz act thug then get a back rub
Show you, blow you through your snow roof
Reach under your seat for heat b
There's no use
Seven seal, I'm set with eleven mil
I expect the real or expect a
Check that I haven't filled
Fearing faces whenever I appear in places
One ear and out the other
Then you hearin' naythin'
Sore losers get mad at the four cruisers
Traders hate that I made it before Judas
Rap hell to a brotha who rap well
(What you doin' man?)
Who cares? As long as the track sell

There he is with another hit hot hot
All the kids in the gutter get rock rock
Cause I spit nothing other than hot hot
And if you want that other shit stop stop
There he is with another hit hot hot
All the kids in the gutter get rock rock
Cause I spit nothing other than hot hot
And if you want that other shit stop
There he is with another hit hot hot
All the kids in the gutter get rock rock
Cause I spit nothing other than hot hot
And if you want that other shit stop stop
There he is with another hit hot hot
All the kids in the gutter get rock rock
Cause I spit nothing other than hot hot
And if you want that other shit stop stop