Royce da 5'9" - Royce Is Like lyrics

Well, nothin left to do but
Rhyme circles around niggas
Huh, Preem? (Huh?)

Allow me to put it in perspective, check this
Bullets in the Tec shit
Spinning and the bullet in your chest is
Best shit, meddling
What else niggas peddling?
'Cause you selling records around
Here is irrelevant (Statik)
Allow me to tell you to
Bow whenever you around me
I'm proud 'cause God endowed me, intelligent
Look up in the sky and crown me
The now-regal
She go down, her knees are now eagle
Either my gun gon' bang or I'ma come harder
I run water on y'all lames, I unthaw you
Y'all wanna be the kings of rap
My son's smarter i'd rather run some game on
One of Run's daughters
The Mike Vick or the Kobe
Bryant with this one
I'm past the pass and homie, Ryan, I just run
The Last Action Hero that the public await's
Took it past rapping so perhaps
I can govern your state
I'm Akinyele, I act Belly
So put it in your mouth
While I talk on the celly
Pushing a black L-E-
I'm Makaveli, my body's in the back of a deli
Holding a cordless, frozen
With the volts in swordfish
Lying with a couple of corpses
Biggie and Gandhi, my city's behind me
Others enforce it
In the Philippines, blacking out on mics
Yeah like I'm living in a dream
Acting out a nightmare
Whatever I'm saying's real
Shovel the bullshit y'all throw on the game
Is how I level the playing field (Woo)
Y'all got to feel me, momma had to make me
God got to kill me
Y'all would have to basically
Put me up on a cross, split my flows up
Call on the Bible and let 'em lift my soul up
(yeah) oh my, true, amen and such
The liaison between the most high and you
(Yes) uncle Paul, the bearer of bad news
The era of unified armor
Beware of the suicide bomber
The way he shoots the cannon
He competing with the reaper
He will take you, then vanish
Make you understand it
Shots be popping off bilingual, papi
Call me Jesús in Spanish
I keep calm, I keep my piece on
I'm like Ice T, I keep a bleach blonde
I'm like Spike Lee
I keep the floor seats so it's sweet
Y'all might not like me but
No need for response
My recon's ghostly, we prime
Real estate of the minds 'cause
We signed and re-signed
They say I'm at the end of my time like Esham
My emergency brakes recalled like Nissan
Peace, y'all, I'm out
Niggas I'm 'bout figures but before I leave
I hope you don't doubt there's a

Deep karma that's surrounding me
Like I'm a drug dealer plugged
Into the weed farmer
Rap NATO, plus, blasting, that's fatal
You do the math and you'll
Have mashed your last 'tato (Shh)
The big empire, go within fire
The boss is so high on top
It's a kickstand by him
I am: Ryan, the giant spit, inspire
I kill the supplier then
I'm peeling the hitman hirer
I flow like none, you blow like guns
You hoes is polite as the
Soul of a Moabite nun
I'm like a Glock beam, I'm usually unseen
'Til I wanna be seen, that means one thing
So I know I be having fun being a showout
I keep my guns clean with sunscreen
I'm so hot
Petrified, ain't ya? Shook to death
Ain't ya? Bitch niggas know you told you
I'm a stranger i ain't seen fear
Don't even know what it feel like (Uh, huh)
I'm out of Vice City
The nigga hood in real life (Uh, huh)
Caddy-ass niggas'll get it
I pay the cost to put
You away while I'm golfing
Look, now, I'm flossing
I drive the ball then yell, "War!"
I mean, yell
"Fore!" right before I unveil the pale horse
Cock on sight, orgy or the duel
We doing like hoes or fours
Who will we ruin? Asking each other to
Answer answered questions
Then forgets them, I'll do 'em again, I guess
But you ain't gotta be dumb to go it (Uh, uh)
I'm too old to show it
I'm too blowed, but too young to blow it
Any time it comes to showing, I runs the show
When it comes to flowing
I go and becomes the poet
You know I capitalize by blacking
Out on a rhythm i visualize the action and
Actualize the vision (yeah, yeah)
I don't have to rely on ambition to
Get my eye on them digit's i see how I see
Then get right on my business
Let me see, I'm finna choose between losing
And being the pinnacle between eaten
And eating dinner food to being interviewed
And squeeze into a closet
With a couple of tennis shoes
I call it being defeated
Minuscule amounts of dough in a dual account
So your ho can go on with you on an ounce
Sold, rounds of bottles around her mouth
That's bound to swallow
Counting all of them founding fathers
You choose: getting brains or sniffing
For the coochie scent
50 Gs in the chain'll glisten
With the Gucci print
Basically, how I move, New York'll seem slow
You hood-rich? How I'm living?
You're pork-and-bean poor

I can't complain, nigga, I pimp the game
You went to jail, nigga, I went to change
Wipe off the smirk, nigga, we ain't the same
You came to do dirt, I came to clean
You drown from hunger, I sank from fame
You shot through windows, I paints the pane
I can't explain, nigga
You ain't been trained
The same way that I have
So you ain't to blame
If you ain't ashamed, you came to swing
Nigga
I came extreme, this is my claim to fame
(yeah) you claim the fame I cop the jewel
Right 'fore you cop the jewel
After I change the chains (Chains)
You seem deranged, I got a thing for brains
(Brains)
You flee from rain, nigga, I reign supreme
You hang your keys up, I hang with Preem
You claiming, "Gs up, " I'm claiming King
I came to slang, nigga, you came to fiend
When I'm playing arenas, you came to scream
You came to bling, nigga, I came to shine
(Shine)
You came to sing, nigga, I came to grind
(One more time)
You came to bling, nigga, I came to shine
(Shine)
You came to sing, nigga, I came to grind