[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