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from Bad Meets Evil - Hell : The Sequel (2011)
"The Kiss (Skit)"
[Eminem] I'm gonna kill this bitch. I'm gonna kill her. I'm going to fuckin' jail, cause i'm gonna kill this bitch. [Gary] Yo' man, I don't know. [Eminem] What? [Gary] I got a really, really bad feelin' about this. [Eminem] Man, will you shut the fuck up Gary. You've always got a bad feeling man. That's her car right there. Just park. [Gary] Allright, just let me park. I'm parking! [Eminem] Fuckin', turn the car off dog. [Gary] Alright. [Eminem] Alright, we wait. [Gary] We wait for what? [Eminem] We wait until she comes out. Man, i'm gonna fuckin' kill her. [Gary] Man, you ain't gonna kill nobody. [Eminem] Man, just shut the fuck up dog. [Gary] What the fuck did you bring that for? [Eminem] Just shut up, fuckin' clip is empty. [Gary] Don't point that shit at me! [Eminem] It's not even loaded bitch, look! [Gary] Dude! God I fuckin' hate when you do that shit. [Eminem] Ha ha, ya but it's funny as fuck. [Gary] You're gonna fuck around and kill me one of these days, I swear. [Eminem] It get's you every time. Is that her? [Gary] Where? [Eminem] Right there motherfucker. [Gary] Yeah, fuck. [Eminem] Alright, get up, get up. [Gary] Here we go again. [Eminem] Get down! [Gary] What the fuck do you want me to do get under the car? [Eminem] Yo', who's she walkin' with? [Gary] How the fuck am I supposed to know? You told me to duck down. [Eminem] It's the fucking bouncer. Did she just kiss him? [Gary] I don't think so. [Eminem] Dog, she just fuckin' kissed him. [Gary] No, she didn't! [Eminem] She's kissing him dog! [Gary] No she's not...oh shit. [Eminem] C'mon, motherfucker! [Gary] MAARRSSHH!!! |
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from Bad Meets Evil - Hell : The Sequel (2011)
[Intro]
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, it's just so disproportionate [Chorus] Sometimes life seems so unfortunate, that's why I don't give a shit. The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, it's just so disproportionate. You don't know just what I've gone through, that's why I would rather show you just how far that I can take it, every rule, I'm breaking it [Eminem] Terrible but not rippable, invincible I hung invisible, Fucking mistletoe over the world that stuck my ass up under it now pucker up them lips and kiss it hoes Here we go Bad and Evil so you know how this'll go the competition's miserable we stomp them bitches , this is no joke Going overboard like someone threw us off the boat Choke, apart from all the smoke I'm trying to stay on fire so you know if I hate fucking water sprinklers I don't want a hoes Someone left a cat out the bag now it's time to stuff his face Bag in that bitch thought of that little motherfucker till it suffocates, who You, handeling the ? tryna be so sick when the Bad and Evil was reunited hey Came back to annihilate the games and dive straight this into this highway, Word of Satan there's a drop full of ? Ouija board and I pray Now I lay me down to sleep, I do this shit in my sleep So now imagine if I awake! I'm champ, bitch, I've never tasted Cannibus can never be no damn a wuss so pussy never mushy so you can't squish No where near twisted, in fact if I jump out a ? taxi Only time you'll hear me say I ambush Outlandish, these words are weapons that I brandish Stand off, wish the hoes get your hands off, this can't tie bitch So why the fuck would I sugar coat it for? No, fuck protocol, I'd holla at this whore but now my throat is sore [Chorus] Sometimes life seems so unfortunate, that's why I don't give a shit. The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, it's just so disproportionate. You don't know just what I've gone through, that's why I would rather show you just how far that I can take it, every rule, I'm breaking it [Royce] Baby I'm lawless, you couldn't burn me if you trew acid on me, I'm at your homie, I'm at your home ready to spray you while you nappin' only have everything on and around your matrass looking like a world in front of a matrimony - you high Thug yeah, go ahead, jump no matter how high you get, you're gonna come up short like Spud Webb My DUI's get waved like saying bye, still rotten with no one else like James Todd can't change eye I thank God for my safe thinking last time I was safethinking me and my niggers was doing a bank job I stay violent y'all going to Beach Rock, you got a mouth like Kanye, I knock your whole bottom row of teeth out No disrespecting Mr. West, shit I'm just nice with mine and it's just rap I'm just like Ricky Hatton, I just like to rhyme These weak rappers wanna set us up, they never tough, they ask me for a hook I tell em left or right head or gut, What you're all messing with, is a nigger that will leave you fubar, fucked up beyond all recognition Y'all are rockstars, I'm the opposite, I could just throw a rock and hit a star, for the fuck of it Partner you not hard I'll body you hot bars, beef has left you praying right, like allah hoo akhbar Let's go, when I leave y'all shot you ain't gonna be on your metro, In a bad area they call ? [Chorus] Sometimes life seems so unfortunate, that's why I don't give a shit. The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, it's just so disproportionate. You don't know just what I've gone through, that's why I would rather show you just how far that I can take it, every rule, I'm breaking it |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - The Bar Exam 3 (No DJ Version) (2010) | |||||
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop (Deluxe) (2010) | |||||
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from DJ Cut Killer - Cut Killer Show 2 (2001)
Uhh.. boom...
Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5'9 uhh Yo.. I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You here a tick tick then you testin.. My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits So trust me, I'm as live as it gets Everybody claimin they the best and head the throne Since B.I.G is gone, if 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 dawgs 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 gun shot in your song My gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you Utter shit to repeat to you Nothing the clip, then 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 probably rap circles around I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known as the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it (Boom!) Somebody better duck or (RUN) Somebody better (Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up) 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' (Boom!) Somebody better duck or (RUN) Somebody better (Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up) 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' I'm a motherfuckin star, I don't battle no mo' I provide the the gun clappin around of applause after ya show We can go toe to toe cuz they calling you hot Steppin around all ya punches like, 'That's all you got?' Everyday I'm meetin 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 pattin they asses They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes Rappers think Detroit niggaz not as down as them Or since 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 knockin niggaz out when you was knockin sticks offa they shoulders I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat I got regrets older than some of you so called vets Niggaz 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'll 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! 'God..God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9' |
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from Mtv'S Hip Hopera : Carmen [ost] (2001)
*ticking* [Royce Da 5'9] Uhh.. boom... Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5'9 uhh Yo.. I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You here a tick tick then you testin.. My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits So trust me, I'm as live as it gets Everybody claimin they the best and head the throne Since B.I.G is gone, if 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 dawgs 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 gun shot in your song My gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you Utter shit to repeat to you Nothing the clip, then 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 probably rap circles around I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known as the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it [Hook - 2X] (Boom!) Somebody better duck or (RUN) Somebody better (Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up) "Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "..Royce 5'9" I'm a motherfuckin star, I don't battle no mo' I provide the the gun clappin around of applause after ya show We can go toe to toe cuz they calling you hot Steppin around all ya punches like, "That's all you got?" Everyday I'm meetin 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 pattin they asses They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes Rappers think Detroit niggaz not as down as them Or since 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 knockin niggaz out when you was knockin sticks offa they shoulders I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat I got regrets older than some of you so called vets Niggaz 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'll 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! *explosion* "God..God-damn!" "..Royce 5'9" [Hook - 2x] "Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "..Royce.. 5'9" "Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" "..Royce 5'9" "Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!" "...Royce 5'9" *ticking* .. *explosion* .. *more ticking* |
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from Royce Da 5`9" - Rock City (2002)
Uhh.. boom...
Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5'9 uhh Yo.. I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You here a tick tick then you testin.. My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits So trust me, I'm as live as it gets Everybody claimin they the best and head the throne Since B.I.G is gone, if 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 dawgs 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 gun shot in your song My gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you Utter shit to repeat to you Nothing the clip, then 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 probably rap circles around I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known as the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it (Boom!) Somebody better duck or (RUN) Somebody better (Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up) 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' (Boom!) Somebody better duck or (RUN) Somebody better (Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up) 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' I'm a motherfuckin star, I don't battle no mo' I provide the the gun clappin around of applause after ya show We can go toe to toe cuz they calling you hot Steppin around all ya punches like, 'That's all you got?' Everyday I'm meetin 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 pattin they asses They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes Rappers think Detroit niggaz not as down as them Or since 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 knockin niggaz out when you was knockin sticks offa they shoulders I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat I got regrets older than some of you so called vets Niggaz 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'll 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! 'God..God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9' |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Rock City [ep] (2003) | |||||
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from Royce Da 5`9" - Rock City [single] (2003)
Uhh.. boom...
Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5'9 uhh Yo.. I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson I unload with sick spit the quick wick could split a split-second Bomb with a lit wick expression You here a tick tick then you testin.. My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits So trust me, I'm as live as it gets Everybody claimin they the best and head the throne Since B.I.G is gone, if 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 dawgs 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 gun shot in your song My gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you Utter shit to repeat to you Nothing the clip, then 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 probably rap circles around I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known as the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it (Boom!) Somebody better duck or (RUN) Somebody better (Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up) 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' (Boom!) Somebody better duck or (RUN) Somebody better (Watch out cuz he's bout to blow up) 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' I'm a motherfuckin star, I don't battle no mo' I provide the the gun clappin around of applause after ya show We can go toe to toe cuz they calling you hot Steppin around all ya punches like, 'That's all you got?' Everyday I'm meetin 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 pattin they asses They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes Rappers think Detroit niggaz not as down as them Or since 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 knockin niggaz out when you was knockin sticks offa they shoulders I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat I got regrets older than some of you so called vets Niggaz 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'll 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! 'God..God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce.. 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!' '..Royce 5'9' 'Boom..boom, bam, G...God-damn!' '...Royce 5'9' |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop (Deluxe) (2010)
<i>[Intro: Royce]</i>
{"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"} Y'all been frontin Without a ounce of thuggin You go against me, you too can count for nothin <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> I'm the king of the backpackers This T-bone contact to any wack rapper It's biometric how I wet ya My dialect's an entire weapon, it's set to just fire reckless BLAP! Like {"one-two"} guns swoop In the same booth the federales tryin to run through Like, like {"three-four"} we raw Me and Vishis tradin like a triple beam seesaw I'm a veteran, the mac-11 the pump You could name whoever you want Wayne... Yay... Jay Hahaha, I'm just playin wit 'em... I keep the {"four-five"} on my hip You take me serious then I might trip About {"seven-eight"} niggaz and die Feelin some type of way I figure it's pride I'm the right-on truth And that's right, I'm even plottin on my own crew Joey... Crooked... Ortiz Slaughterhouse! <i>[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]</i> {"One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight"} Y'all been frontin (uh-huh) Without a ounce of thuggin You go against me, you too can count for nothin Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> (Woo!) I'm what choice is to option Royce to hip-hop is what, Mike Buffer's voice to boxing (Let's get ready to rumbllllle!) Yes, it's a couple dope dealers somewhere that got rich livin the shit that I spit (me!) I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate I know every point what I count like a Q&A It ain't a arm when it's tucked in my box Since it's Lindsay Lohan, niggaz call me Fire Crotch I'm seein clear like a MyBot I drop my coupe, black shoes, black Noob Saibot I spit fire like Izod, why not Cause sho' 'nuff I'm glowin like Thai mock And y'all cryin like babies over the net I should call you niggaz Lady Gaga I call, "You and Em need to get together Y'all need each other Nickel Shady blah blah!" If I die I'ma leave heat I'ma leave the sun behind, I'm tryin to repeat Don't try to ban the drummer He's an (Animal) and you can be a random number, uh (ohh!) <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> (Ahh) I put the gun to lames Eeny-miny Motown, play the numbers game Five shots on my block is like for once I see like my pops is Cyclops With both eyes I see you got no sides Bring it to your Chippendale neck with the bowties ... All you stand Grab a bitch ass like "Aye," call me OJ Da Juiceman ... I get away with murder That Johnny Rocket in my pocket with my favorite burger I'm tryin to shake it like a Polaroid They said I couldn't do it twice, call me Soulja Boy I said <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop (Deluxe) (2010)
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo Royce Da 5'9" Why you wan' share your food with these niggaz? We don't share food in the recession Bite these niggaz like you bite the microphone [Royce Da 5'9"] Livin legend inside of a Smith & Wesson slidin out of the barrel I'm fire, don't try me cause I am HOT! Police cars with they sirens combined when I'm rhymin Sayin they got a call that somebody 'round here done fired SHOTS! Mac-11's in order, the flow is like water Each quote's a quarter of blow, the chorus is followed by the DOT! Goons, goblins and creatures and monsters are bouncin And beat ya and stomp ya and eat ya, don't get swallowed by the BLOCK! I pay a shrink every week to basically tell me "Lay here and speak to me" just to say how psychotic I am NOT! I'm too fly with the viral and physical copies, niggaz sloppy Look up what you under, I'm what you tryin to TOP! I'm scared and compared to no man, I'm like the big hand on Big Ben I get in and I'm hittin my numbers 'round the CLOCK! I'm 'bout to give it back to my nigga Busta Bust and have a seat It's convenient I'm already coppin a SQUAT! {*echoes*} [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Nowadays when niggaz walk around They start to look like hamburgers and frankfurters Aiyyo Royce Da 5'9" Feed on these motherfuckers homie, c'mon! [Royce Da 5'9"] Take him, gut him and take out his organs and smorgasbord him The more important he is I'm toe-taggin his BEAT! Turn him to chicken chowder, dip him in some sniffin powder Season him with gasoline and THROW his ass in the CREASE! Mention my name in a record I'ma come get you lyrically Individually I'ma take it back to the STREETS! Cannibalistic mentality, rappers hatin, decapitate him Rap 'bout what I naturally happen to BE! Flow is superb and you heard us forget it, two verses Two murders acquitted, personally it's a wrap, CAPICHE? Fingers snappin and tappin they feet, clappin what happened the street 'Bout to happily bring it back to the D! Niggaz claimin harder that all of this time Niggaz believe him until I see him and then slap him and SEE! I ain't havin it, havoc is average to me War's normal, only thing I'm havin is havin a FEAST! {*echoes*} [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Royce Da 5'9", you my dawg and I'm yo' dawg Bein that I already sic'ed you on these motherfuckers It's yo' turn to sic me on they ass Let's go! [Busta Rhymes] Every time that I marry the rhyme and the beat I go hairy and grind in the street then I'm fuckin up E'RYBODY Mobilizin shit like we gorillas and peelin your skin Like we banana peelers, it's hazardous if you copy Don't you know that I'm one of the coldest courageous, the boldest contagious Ain't no one can phase this thing that I do Well you know since I report the latest that niggaz can't fuck with me Cause I'm the greatest, my shit is sick like the FLU You see I'm animalistic, the cataclysmic events That'll happen whenever I grab the mic and talk Indeed them bag us specifically that I'm hickory dickory dock Of this rizzy, the diddy bop in my walk Now I'm the messenger to set the temperature nigga Whenever the heat will be needed to hot the block up, I'm sayin I got the dillinger, Harry Kissinger with the ratchet The fact is I'm back with the clack and the click, see I ain't playin! [Outro: Busta Rhymes] {*laughs*} Why oh why oh WHY! Royce Da 5'9" please tell me why! Why the fuck these niggaz gon' let us get together and do this shit to 'em It's so fuckin unfair! Shit is so unfair! {*chuckles*} |
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from Bad Meets Evil - Hell : The Sequel (2011)
[Chorus]
Oh, all around the World, there's an echo as he takes a bow And they all know all the girls, the boys they chase the noise through the highs and through the lows they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo [Royce] Classical palms battle my own demons I need a glass of Patron bad as I need a horn stabbing my clavicle bone I'm at it or prone first time I seen a dessert eagle I was letting the 44 buss the 44 pop first time you seen one, you was eating coco puffs looking at Robocop I'm not a man, I'm a logo, I'm sustain in order to clean my things you need saline I'm never refering to the solution I'm talking about more like the mustang vroom get respect from the get-go, hello set to the echo, pyscho pen got a mind of its own, gotta write my rhymes with a timer otherwise I'll probably vibe out to a nine minute song as the echo follows the Maserati as the petrol swallows, I'm a thousand bodies away from a skeleton check your bible inside it, it will say this guys an elephant I'm fly like I'm, killing the scene like I'm a villain with wings I'll sleep when I'm 6 feet deep, right now I'm living a dream though we may be reckless the ladies check us they whisper Shady records baby echo [Chorus] Oh, all around the World, there's an echo as he takes a bow And they all know all the girls, the boys they chase the noise through the highs and through the lows they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo [Eminem] I can hear them calling, calling, calling, calling, calling I eat rappers with the rhyme, consume 'em the only fucking thing that you consume is time I'm super human, my world is like a Rubiks cube its too complex girl, you assuming, cupids looming my mentality's caveman stupid woman my life is Truman show, all I have is music hoe I stopped chasing every chick under the sun many moons ago so pretend my dick is a balloon and blow cause you better put a fork in it if you think I'mma lay here just spooning yo oh you think you the shit 'cause I just said you was beautiful diabolical, till the last molecule, down to my last hair folicle and cuticle rotten to the core, to the bunghole all the way down... to my sock and the hair on my toe learn how to sew, so shut my own booty hole cause I ain't took no sh-t since I looked down to my nuts and saw my first pubic grow I told these stupid hoes when I come back I'mma set this bitch on fire and this time I mean Imma pour gasoline on some chick and light her cause this time muthafuckers I'm put my whole God-damn dick inside her I ain't even put my tip in that hoe yet I'ma go get TIP and try to rip it wider [Chorus] Oh, all around the World, there's an echo as he takes a bow And they all know all the girls, the boys they chase the noise through the highs and through the lows they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo they will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop (Deluxe) (2010)
<i>[Intro: Royce]</i>
Yeah, what's up girl? This my love song Maybe you should or maybe you just shouldn't Cause baby I wanna take you so far awayyyyyyy, ayy I'm just playin, I don't really wanna take yo' ass nowhere Let's do the real song, C'MON! <i>[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]</i> Maybe you should or maybe you just shouldn't Cause baby this gun'll take you so far awayyyyyyy, ayy (He'll walk right up and murder youuuu) Maybe you should or maybe you shouldn't Cause me and my goons'll take you so far awayyyyyyyyyy Ayy <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> It's definitely a burner It's on cause that beef be the recipe to murder Whoever's in my session's an accessory to murder My words put niggaz to bed, my records be the Serta Ay, the raw grind is comin up like wall climbers Big shit poppin, them pricks is small timers And y'all must've FORGOT Like Juelz Santana perform at Hip Hop Honors with the Alzheimer's I hear you woofin, c'mon, come to the dog diner We all eat dogs, we roar, we bark buyers You can't walk by us and talk fly or we'll hogtie ya Nickel done fucked around and caught fire I carry the torch and split a nigga up, up Somebody gon' die, die like a scary divorce Of course my goons is astoundin Nigga I use the Auto-Tune because I'm clownin! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Royce Da 5'9"]</i> Nigga you don't want a problem I'm photogenic, my image belong on a dollar Authentic, my tennis shoes should have "I'm killin you" written on the side of The willingness to go in, like whatever's inside of a diver Get in his ass like a sodomizer Fix him by any means like the plot of "MacGyver" Nickel runnin for shit, you need to vote for him They unloadin his flow off of the boat for him Pardon me Miss Sniffle Nose, the coke charm I spit shit crazy, with the toast arms My kicks is crazy, like in "Zohan" I'm the nucleus of this like a proton Gat supplier - red nose Carving yo' staff or shire, rap for hire Niggaz is corny by nature - on top of that Niggaz arms is shorter than my nigga Vinnie from Naughty By Nature <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Bad Meets Evil - Fast Lane [single] (2011)
[Royce Da 5'9"]
First verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island My life's ridin' on the autobahn on autopilot Before I touch dirt, I'll kill y'all with kindness I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse You've been warned if you've been born or if you conform Slap up a cop and then snatch 'em outta his uniform Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn Y'all niggas's intellect mad slow, y'all fags know, claimin' you bangin' You flamin', bet you could light your own cigarette with ya asshole Me and Shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cashflow I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke Though I ain't wrapped tight, my blood type's the 80's My 90's was like the Navy, you was like the Brady's, you still fly kites daily [Eminem] Catch me in my Mercedes, bumpin' Ice Ice Baby Screamin' Shady 'til I die, like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady Wait, no, stop me now 'fore I get on a roll (Danish) Let me tell you What this pretty little dame's name is cause she's kinda famous And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this Nicki Minaj But I wanna stick my penis in your anus! You morons think that I'm a genius Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum cleanin' Try them trailer parks, crazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby And that's back with a capital B with an exclamation mark Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics Cause I'mma rip this mystical slick shit You don't wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit, cause after I spit the bullets, I'mma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball I'mma kick the ballistics, so get this dick, I'mma live this [Hook: Sly] Livin' life in the fast lane Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down Only got a gallon in the gas tank But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) [Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit At war with a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you take me You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpes, Jack Kevorkian" Go back and forfeit, more beef that you can pack a fork in I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down, my tenement too many now To send my serenity powers, spin 'em around, enterin' in the vicinity [Eminem] Now, was called Eminem, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper Chewed him up.. and spitted him out, girl giddy-up, now get-get down He's lookin' around this club and it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town Did I s-s-stutter, mothafucka? Fuck the mall, he shuts A whole mothafuckin' Walmart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round And he came to the club tonight with 5'9" to hold this bitch down Like a mothafuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-d-drown Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way That you keep lickin' them dick-sucking lips, I'm agitated, aggravated To the point you don't suck my dick, then you're gonna get decapitated Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it [Royce] And then after takin' that, I'mma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin' It's gon' say "The whole rap game passed away" on top of the affidavit Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator To Michael Jackson' activator, meanin' I'm on fire off the top Might wanna back up the data, runnin' over hip hop In a verbal tractor trailer, homie this sick, you can normally ask a hater Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper Drop in the lap of a tax evader, homie they spent [Eminem] Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes, what girl I'm the crack-a-lator, percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later Tell you boyfriend that you just struck paydirt You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin' [Hook] |
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from Bad Meets Evil - Hell : The Sequel (2011)
[Royce Da 5'9"]
First verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island My life's ridin' on the autobahn on autopilot Before I touch dirt, I'll kill y'all with kindness I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse You've been warned if you've been born or if you conform Slap up a cop and then snatch 'em outta his uniform Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn Y'all niggas's intellect mad slow, y'all fags know, claimin' you bangin' You flamin', bet you could light your own cigarette with ya asshole Me and Shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cashflow I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke Though I ain't wrapped tight, my blood type's the 80's My 90's was like the Navy, you was like the Brady's, you still fly kites daily [Eminem] Catch me in my Mercedes, bumpin' Ice Ice Baby Screamin' Shady 'til I die, like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady Wait, no, stop me now 'fore I get on a roll (Danish) Let me tell you What this pretty little dame's name is cause she's kinda famous And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this Nicki Minaj But I wanna stick my penis in your anus! You morons think that I'm a genius Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum cleanin' Try them trailer parks, crazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby And that's back with a capital B with an exclamation mark Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics Cause I'mma rip this mystical slick shit You don't wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit, cause after I spit the bullets, I'mma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball I'mma kick the ballistics, so get this dick, I'mma live this [Hook: Sly] Livin' life in the fast lane Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down Only got a gallon in the gas tank But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) [Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit At war with a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you take me You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpes, Jack Kevorkian" Go back and forfeit, more beef that you can pack a fork in I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down, my tenement too many now To send my serenity powers, spin 'em around, enterin' in the vicinity [Eminem] Now, was called Eminem, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper Chewed him up.. and spitted him out, girl giddy-up, now get-get down He's lookin' around this club and it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town Did I s-s-stutter, mothafucka? Fuck the mall, he shuts A whole mothafuckin' Walmart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round And he came to the club tonight with 5'9" to hold this bitch down Like a mothafuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-d-drown Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way That you keep lickin' them dick-sucking lips, I'm agitated, aggravated To the point you don't suck my dick, then you're gonna get decapitated Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it [Royce] And then after takin' that, I'mma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin' It's gon' say "The whole rap game passed away" on top of the affidavit Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator To Michael Jackson' activator, meanin' I'm on fire off the top Might wanna back up the data, runnin' over hip hop In a verbal tractor trailer, homie this sick, you can normally ask a hater Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper Drop in the lap of a tax evader, homie they spent [Eminem] Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes, what girl I'm the crack-a-lator, percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later Tell you boyfriend that you just struck paydirt You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin' [Hook] |
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from Real Steel (리얼 스틸) [ost] (2011)
클럽음악종결
카리스마영구 Take Over Control (Radio Edit) (Feat. Eva Simons) Afrojack Lionheart (Original Mix) Afrojack Surrender (Original Mix) (Feat. MC Ambush) Sidney Sam.. 곡 94 | 담기 19 | 추천 6 |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop (Deluxe) (2010)
[Intro - Royce Da 5'9" - talking]
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on It ain't nothin like (like, like) Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Preme [Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"] It ain't nothin like love from the hood (hood) Ain't no feelin like rollin through knowin you good (good) 'Cause you been keepin it real When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you) Love from the hood Ain't no feelin like rollin through knowin you good 'Cause you been keepin it true (true) When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you) [Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"] Royce Da 5'9" give ya ill verses Ryan Montgomery is the real person No makeup, that's why you couldn't touch me up I remember bein locked up (locked up) This nigga walked up, tryin to battle (okay) I went ahead and let 'em finish then I told 'em "do that again I'm a Fuck you up" (true story) Now take a journey through a nigga's psyche The only snitch in my life is the chick tryin to split up me and wifey You think you like me, I'm aight with that I don't even call my nigga Budden "Mouse", it sound too much like a rat So may your steps be just like your stacks (stacks) High, afraid of death, havin a life attack It's I, got the soldiers for the coca price Your poker face on, I'm a turn your channel to the "Poltergeist" (woo) My out of town niggaz know the business When you land, I'll come get you, we gon' get it [Chorus - Bun B] It ain't nothin like love from the hood Ain't no feelin like rollin through and knowin you good 'Cause you been keepin it real When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you) It ain't nothin like love from the hood Ain't no feelin like rollin through and knowin you good 'Cause you been keepin it trill When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you) [Verse 2 - Bun B] It ain't nothin like walkin your block One deep on your city streets nigga, no hawk or no glock No blades in your mouth or box cutters in socks 'Cause real niggaz show love and bad bitches on your jock Every corner got a homie you know well Even if somebody see a deal, then they won't tell (shh) Your man say he got the goods, so you tryin him out The ice cream truck roll through, you buyin 'em out The youngsters helpin out the old folks (hold up), with something hard to do The kids is playin, nobody beefin and it's a barbeque And every backyard with the old school jams on Sweet potato pie courtesy of your grandma (already) Everybody's home, nobody on the yard We drinkin and smokin the night away with no regard Nobody arguin and everything's good Man it ain't nothin like love from the hood, that's understood [Chorus - Joell Ortiz] It ain't nothin like love from the hood Ain't no feelin like comin through knowin you good 'Cause you be keepin it real When they see you, they salute you (salute you, come on) It ain't nothin like love from the hood Ain't no feelin like comin through knowin you good 'Cause you be keepin it G When they see you, they salute you (salute you, word) [Verse 3 - Joell Ortiz] It ain't nothin like, what I do every other night Pick up the liquor, send the fiends to go get the cups and ice Sit on that project bench and have some of the funnest nice (come on) We spend that wrong doin makin money the summer right (yeah) The smell of somebody barbeque got my stomach hype (mmm) 'Tata salad, rice and some chicken, a little something light (uh huh) A beast with the cards, they always ask me to shuffle twice Swear that I be cheatin, I'm just fuckin nice (haha) Cut that, rug rat, niggaz that robbed, never tried your boy (never) Only just me, no security that I employ (nope) I never need to wear iron toy (why?) I ain't naive, I just hang with some killers and I'm their pride and joy (yeah) But nah, ain't about that right now (nah) It's about the jokes, weed smoke and the cat fights, meow (what else?) It's about them New Year's on the roof, with your gat like bloaw Outside the booth I'm the truth, give me dap like "yowwa" (haha) |
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Hood Love [single] (2012) | |||||
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from Royce Da 5'9" - Hood Love [single] (2012) | |||||
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from Bad Meets Evil - Hell : The Sequel (2011)
to moonn6pence from papayeverte
[Bruno Mars:] This one's for you and me, living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters [Eminem:] By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening, Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em' skyward uh Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king... This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking, Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills me I swear to god I'll be the fucking illest in this music There is or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free, but from now on I'm refusing to ever give up The only thing I ever gave up is using. No more excuses. Excuse me if my head is too big for this building And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-of-shit Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks I love it when I tell em shove it Cause it wasn't that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, lustered Cause he couldn't cut mustard, muster up nothing Brain fuzzy, cause he's buzzin', woke up from that buzz Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it Wasn't cause he had buzzards circle around his head Waiting for him to drop dead, was it? Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off Little hussy ass fusses, cause fuck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it What difference it make? What it take to get it through your thick skulls As if this ain't some bullshit People don't usually come back this way From a place that was dark as I was in Just to get to this place Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage And let it be known from this day forward I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength So let em bic's raise cause I came with 5'9′ but I feel like I'm 6'8″ [Bruno Mars:] This one's for you and me, living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see to moonn6pence from papayeverte Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters [Royce Da 5'9":] By the time you hear this I'll probably already be outtie I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic Tell him how real he is or how high I am Or how I would kill for him for him to know it I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back So it's only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up Now his career's Lebron's jersey in 20 years I'll stop when I'm at the very top You shitted on me on your way up It's 'bout to be a scary drop Cause what goes up must come down You going down on something you don't wanna see like a hairy box Every hour, happy hour now Life is wacky now Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy Now I'm just the cats meoww, ow Classic now, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao Ya'll are doomed I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes Cause now I'm in the Aston I went from having my city locked up To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick And now I'm fantastic Compared to a weed high And y'all niggas just gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV See me, we fly Y'all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive And how real is that I remember signing my first deal and now I'm the second best I can deal with that Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag [Bruno Mars:] You and I know what it's like to be kicked down Forced to fight But tonight we're alright So hold up your light Let it shine Cause this one's for you and me, living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters to moonn6pence from papayeverte |
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from Bad Meets Evil - Lighters [single] (2011)
This one's for you and me
living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I'll open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up If I was you I would duck or get struck like lightening Fighters keep fighting put your lighters up point em' skyward uh Had a dream I was king I woke up still king This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking Till nobody else even fucking feels me till' it kills me I swear to god I'll be the fucking illest in this music There is or there ever will be disagree Feel free but from now on I'm refusing to ever give up The only thing I ever gave up is using No more excuses Excuse me if my head is too big for this building And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around crock-of-shit Who you dicks try to kid flipped dick you did the opposite You stayed the same cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks I love it when I tell em shove it Cause it wasn't that long ago when Marshall sat luster lacked lustered Cause he couldn't cut mustard muster up nothing Brain fuzzy cause he's buzzin' woke up from that buzz Now you wonder why he does it how he does it Wasn't cause he had buzzards circle around his head Waiting for him to drop dead was it Or was it cause them bitches wrote him off Little hussy ass fusses cause fuck it guess it doesn't matter now does it What difference it make What it take to get it through your thick skulls As if this ain't some bullshit People don't usually come back this way From a place that was dark as I was in Just to get to this place Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage And let it be known from this day forward I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength So let em bic's raise cause I came with 5'9' but I feel like I'm 6'8' This one's for you and me living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters By the time you hear this I'll probably already be outtie I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi My daddy told me slow down boy you goin to blow it And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr.Dre on the Chronic Tell him how real he is or how high I am Or how I would kill for him for him to know it I cried plenty tears my daddy got a bad back So it's only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up Now his career's Lebron's jersey in 20 years I'll stop when I'm at the very top You shitted on me on your way up It's 'bout to be a scary drop Cause what goes up must come down You going down on something you don't wanna see like a hairy box Every hour happy hour now Life is wacky now Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy Now I'm just the cats meoww ow Classic now always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao Ya'll are doomed I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me My car starts itself parks itself and autotunes Cause now I'm in the Aston I went from having my city locked up To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick And now I'm fantastic Compared to a weed high And y'all niggas just gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV See me we fly Y'all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a beehive And how real is that I remember signing my first deal and now I'm the second best I can deal with that Now Bruno can show his ass without the MTV awards gag You and I know what it's like to be kicked down Forced to fight But tonight we're alright So hold up your light Let it shine Cause this one's for you and me living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters |