Friday, September 8, 2023

Track selection by: Phenomenal P
Boom
Royce Da 5’ 9”
Album: Rock City (2000)
Producer: DJ Premier

Verse 1

I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson, 
I unload with sick spit 
The quick wit could split a split-second 
Bomb with a lit wick expression 
You hear a "Tick-tick," then you testin' 
My saliva and spit could split thread into fiber and bits 
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets 
Everybody claim they the best 
and they 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 dogs
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 gunshot in your song 
My gun st-stutters when it speaks to you
Utter shit to repeat to you 
Nough in the clip, to 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 prolly rap circles around I'm the next best to reach a peak 
Formerly known as the best kept secret—I guess that I just leaked it