Caterpillar Remix Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

You will not be able to stay home, brotha 

You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out 

You will not be able to lose yourself on 

skag and skip out for beer during commercials 

Because the revolution will not be televised 

This right here for the number ones 

Number ones here with your number one 

You ain't number one, just another one 

Now everybody sayin' that they number one 

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing 

Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh) 

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I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak 

If didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at? 

See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas 

You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas 

You number one when it come to slaughtered mics 

I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life 

Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies 

Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies 

Don't you rate me next to these rapper, baby, that's degrading 

My style got so many different facets 

I switch into so many different passions 

I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin' 

My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting 

Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him 

Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their highs 

These rappers only won their matches because they strategize 

I bring attitude to these patterns, and here's my battle cry 

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing 

Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh) 

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This right here for the number ones 

Number ones here with your number one 

You ain't number one, just another one 

Now everybody sayin' that they number one 

Here take your number one, quit 

Number one soul, get your number one chip 

Number one fly with your number one kicks 

When it's all done then your number gon' switch 

Hold up, wait a minute 

Guess what I'ma never do 

Show so much respect to you 

That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors 

That could be the death of you 

Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up 

And tell you somethin' you never knew 

Always stay professional 

You always gon' make revenue 

Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you 

It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two 

I do what I want to do, they do what I let them do 

Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie 

There is nothing I can say to you that is realer 

Remember when you raisin' the butterfly 

Don't you ever disrespect the fucking caterpillar 

This right here for the number ones 

Number ones here with your number one 

You ain't number one, just another one 

Now everybody sayin' that they number one 

Now you think that you number one, quit 

Number one soul, get your number one chip 

Number one fly with your number one kicks 

When it's all done then your number gon' switch 

You looking at Attila 

The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar 

Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until 

Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill 

A savage still, 

the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla 

You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin' 

Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half and then 

had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin after 

he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again 

Pad to pen I'm barely like harlots when they're blinkin' a lot 

You copy me, but you're not 

You can't be butterflies 

My offsprings are just moths 

I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off 

So ring the alarm, 

pull the extinguisher off of the wall, set the sprinklers off 

Like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah 

'Till the shingles come off the roof will shatter the ceiling 

Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft 

Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk 

And the language I speak is my mind 

Kingpin and Penguin combined 

Spit like it's King of the Dot 

A singular thought I'd think I would help you 

distinguish your bomboclat from the cream of the crop 

Wait a minute 

Hold up like a flashcard 

Damn dog, is that copyin' or payin' homage? 

It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler 

My dad is your grandfather 

I have to rehatch on you 

Come back as black wasp 

Half yellow jacket, you can't swat a 

Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it 

Smash it and stand on it 

Dammit, I can't stop it 

The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch 

It's a manslaughter 

Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods 

In fact you're exact opposites 

You make a wack song, and can't hold a candle 

But even Daniel-san whacks off 

You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job 

The boom bap is coming back with an ax to mumble rap 

Lumberjack with a hacksaw 

Number one, 

but my pencils are number twos 'cause that's all I dos with 'em 

Poop is my suit and I'm 

On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce 

And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements 

These beats are like my saloon 

'cause these bars always got my stools in 'em 

And I don't need Metamucil to loosen them 

Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem 

I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon 

And I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb then I'm flushin' you.