Ding! Ding! (исполнитель: Royce Da 5'9)
Bell rings Mic check 1..2..1..2..1..2 Yeah turn me up a little bit Mic check 1..2..1...2 First verse I like to say I specialize in rhymin you recognize in time I train till I'm in pain I exercise my mind I effortlessly write my weapons with me tonight So please be aware of them walk up in the fight club With 8oz white gloves and leave with red ones Mood swing with the beat as soon as prem prepares one Pick and choose my punches walk away with minmal lumps Piffin then the ryhmeer vocal booth in [bad word] Back you off me like a boxer [bad word] I [bad word] the [bad word] they call me travis barker with chopper Knock away your tooth do the rockaway for them I will raise your roof rest in peace to Proof He's probably rollin over in his grave Niggaz posinin his name the misfortune of the fortune and the fame I'm too coky to hit five nine and prem The new rocky and mick the dollar signs go DING Preme Cuttin [bad word] This is where your heart at Something you don't wanna battle with As if you don't notice [bad word] I'm great I don't like no fake niggaz This is where your heart at Something you don't wanna battle with [bad word] I'm great 2nd verse They say this is a wise old profession So my flow is my whole confession I rhyme like a ??????? [bad word] You go away like swellin When pellents from the throwaway is yellin At you now the door to [bad word] or heaven Set me up I know you thought about it That means I gotta wet you up And I ain't talkin with no water bottle Sit outside your house creepin [bad word] out and ugh spit out your mouth piece And I'll skeet out to south beach [bad word] yo talent I'm never goin down I'm a stand up guy Yes I'm up for the challenge up cause of balance Through tyin my shoe strings together when I was young And bustin the cannon Your life is spun the fight is done You've been iced out by the nicest one And I ain't talkin about Jaccob and Johnny the jewler I'm talkin about lettin the fakest hear the sound of the rouger What you know about that I know all about that Me and Tip feel the same seein tips feel the brain Is like watching a movie but I aint make those I just make the credits roll after I'm olver stone The pedestool you stand on me I'ma flip you Pit bull put your hand on me I'ma sick you It's [bad word] you not so hard I'm sensin you puss As soon as you drop your guard [bad word] the hook Preme Cuttin [bad word]