Boom Lyrics - Rock City - 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 strutters 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 

(Boom) 

Somebody better duck or 

(Run) 

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Somebody better 

(Watch out 'cuz he's 'bout to blow up) 

Boom, boom, bam, goddamn, Royce 5'9 

(Boom) 

Somebody better duck or 

(Run) 

Somebody better 

(Watch out 'cuz he's 'bout to blow up) 

"Boom, boom, bam, goddamn" "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'm meetin' 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 pattin' they asses 

They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin' at me, battin' they lashes 

Rappers think Detroit niggaz 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 might sell 

And say fagot shit to me like I look like L 

My advice quit talking, it's over, I was knockin' niggaz out 

When you was knockin' sticks offa they shoulders 

I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat 

I got regrets older than some of you so called vets 

Niggaz 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 

Photos 

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 

God, goddamn, Royce 5'9 

(Boom) 

Somebody better duck or 

(Run) 

Somebody better 

(Watch out 'cuz he's 'bout to blow up) 

Boom, boom, bam, goddamn, Royce 5'9 

(Boom) 

Somebody better duck or 

(Run) 

Somebody better 

(Watch out 'cuz he's 'bout to blow up) 

Boom, boom, bam, goddamn, Royce 5'9 

Boom, boom, bam, goddamn, Royce 5'9 

Boom, boom, bam, goddamn, Royce 5'9 

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