Boom (Radio Version) (Single 2015)

Текст песни Royce 5'9 - Boom (Radio Version) (Single 2015)

Uh
Boom
Tick, tick, tick
Yeah
5'9", uh
Yo

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 can split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claiming they the best and they head the throne
Since BIG 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 doggs
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 s-s-stutters when it speaks to you

Utter shit to repeat to you
Enough 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 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

Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Boom, boom, bam, goddamn Royce 5'9"

Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Boom, boom, bam, goddamn Royce 5'9"

I'm a motherfuckin' star, I don't battle no mo'
I provide the gun clapping a round of applause after your show
We can go toe-to-toe 'cause they calling you hot
Stepping around all your punches like, "That's all you got?"
Everyday I'm meeting 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 patting they asses
They be all dumb and googly-eyed looking at me, batting they lashes

Rappers think Detroit niggas 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' niggas out when you was knocking sticks off of their shoulders
I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat
I got regrets older than some of you so called vets

Niggas 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

Boom, boom, bam, godamn Royce 5'9"
Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Boom, boom, bam, godamn Royce 5'9"
Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb

Boom, boom, bam, goddamn Royce 5'9"
Boom, boom, bam, goddamn Royce 5'9"
Boom, boom, bam, goddamn Royce 5'9"
Boom, boom, bam, goddamn Royce 5'9"