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 bit's
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claim they the best and they head
The throne since BIG is gone
Iff you ask me, they "Dead Wrong"
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

"Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb"
"Boom, boom, bam, God damn" "Royce 5'9""
"Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb"
"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!

"Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb"
"Boom, boom, bam, God damn" "Royce 5'9""
"Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb"
"Boom, boom, bam, God damn" "Royce 5'9""
"Boom, boom, bam, God damn" "Royce 5'9""
"Boom, boom, bam, God damn" "Royce 5'9""
"Boom, boom, bam, God damn" "Royce 5'9""