Royce da 5'9", Wallstreet - The Desert lyrics

That old real shit yo it's on now
Its finally time
Niggas is ready for the lead oK
Wall St royce 59
The Wise Guy ex Gov
VO Drive 59 its on y'all niggas is done

Pompous roll with Monsters
And down for accomplices
Nonfiction concepts constant
Bomb threat and I ain't even on yet
On spec I spit thunder and you
Ain't even seen the storm yet
Lightning in the clouds start a
Fight in the crowd
Hyper and loud get this mic
In devoured spittin my style
Attack all of y'all react on
The thought of y'all
Slaughter y'all im calling y'all in
Fact im black ballin' y'all
More vicious than an auto-pistol
Aimed towards rap explain
Fame for a shrapnel piss torque tissue
Burying the lenient under the gravel salt
The pump handle and barrel
For carrying convenience
My odyssey carries the most
Compare me to Phoenix
Silent heart and light up a
Star I gotta Venus puddle and bomb back
Take cover and all that
And try to not die you not rugged enough
You just shook as soon I step
Foot in this rap shit
Im a bubble of contact like
Peroxide touching the cut stuck in my raps
Stupid Dominus
Niggas sucking my ass boosting my confidence
A buck and a half i know the game im a
Train trapped inside a name
And the niggas who taught me
Yo we ride the same
I shoot crews with the truth
And chew lies of change
Speeding on a dragon in an
Attempt to collide with fame

Im mad so imagine my staff covered
In mags and a mask
I give any nigga a half page raft
Poisonous gas
Cutting your air off in a flash
You want to be dirty MCs and get above dat
If you ain't never heard of
Ex Government ask what
Who tough you ain't bad enough
To battle with us
You be crushed in the Earth dust
My verse just cuts and cause motha fuckas
To spit up shit in the guts
You might wave to cats
I make a nigga bite back since you
Are world of rap stabber shooter
Perhaps black you smack with tracks that hurt
Act bazurk and get attacked by God Experts

Y'all niggas slow down it's
Getting hot in here
Its because the real niggas
Getting hot and shit we ain't playin
The death of heat will blow you away we spit
Pray to God they ain't coming your way
We all aim thats why y'all all gotta be hit
In the knees snatch a knee
We Arch Nemesis in the desert

What its too hot in the desert
I gotta be the dopest
Im hotter than Lava E Molten
Niggas that sleep gotta be violently woken
And who ever wants to get shitted on
Let do a song i slip in the zone and
Rip anything with instruments on
Gonna go throw and bake what ever is out
I can do a song with bone and
Still have to take letters out
Grown man keep the chrome on hand
Won't stand for no shit quick to
Take matters into my own hands
You stop violence or violence will stop you
Got crews iller than anybody on your block do
I roll with a white boy that pop truths
Listening to rock tunes to jump in
A costume and rob you
The heavy metal assassin that ignites
In a full metal jacket
With sliders over the action heads is plammy
Facing no lyricism
With creative criticism like Headziz Pammy
If I do an album for you
Than you gonna die naked
You gonna be in my debt
Cuz you don't buy records
If your not in the dune
Then you need not enter
Im eating innocent crews just
To feed my temper so fuck mics
I say sick shit gets crushed on
Get a life or get the one you got tempered

Y'all niggas slow down it's
Getting hot in here
Its because the real niggas
Getting hot and shit we ain't playin
The death of heat will blow you away we spit
Pray to God they ain't coming your way
We all aim thats why y'all all gotta be hit
In the knees snatch a knee
We Arch Nemesis in the desert