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(feat. Royce the 5-9) [Royce 5-9] Yo yo, check it yo You get laced by the gun in case you try to run Hatred on my face by the ton, get baked by the sun Constructed of interplanetary rock and metal Toppin levels of combustion that's hot enough to stop the devil Innovative thrust that a enemy The impact'll be the generated destructive energy that flatten trees Black boy since birth, burst and tore the womb up Hit the earth like a asteroid and blew the moon up Trust me, I'm the epitome, you better bust me Any cat can say 'F me and he gon' touch me Smokin organic gonga inside of a stanza Me and my man psycho smoke ? wit volcanic lava Man and it's hot, I'm outta my--- From the bottom, I can leap out of bottomless pit and land at the top Raw, that's what I came out here for To raise an eclipse and an occasional trip to the beer store And switch up, to breed of MC and stick a bitch up Figure of speech to reach in the sea and pick a fish up I'm fly against all laws of gravitation I done crushed all of ya'll, now you want a collaboration? But F that, you stepped up so I'ma put your rep up And tear the rest up wit every joint that I press up SongtexteHandlin heat and ammo, bullets passin you by Challengin me to battle, man you askin to die Narrow off niggas and squeeze a grenade until it's dissolved Bite the barrel off a revolve and spit it Then forget it, I earned it I'll kill you then come to your funeral and strangle you to confirm it Minds carry malaria sick, ask cats who the best is You hear 5-9 in every area Huntin your head, punchin you dead, you ain't nice I battled you before but I don't remember nuttin you said You was wack, I was gon' quit on it till I thought My dick is big enough for all ya'll niggas to get on it Makin ya high off of the smoke, offer your coat Makin ya'll join that big hip hop nation in the sky And it's easy, belive me, you better been frontin When you said you was hot Cuz you couldn't please me if you was beggin me Aus Songtexte Mania