Chopping Block Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9''] 

Rap niggas back on the chopping block 

Come out that house, back to yo mom and yo papa spot 

Back to the county, back to three hots in a hostel cot 

Come out the colossal rocks back to your fossil watch 

My life is foul sometimes I wish I could write this down 

To keep your wife from screaming out Jesus Christ she can bite the towel 

She receiving pipe from the nicest, my mic is Riker's Isle 

My mind deep as minin' for diamonds, I raise MacGyver brow 

I'm five minutes from perfect timing I'm like the price is down 

A highroller, Cairo'ed like I'm Chyna and Tyga child 

Mighta fucked one of you silver medalists wifey but 

I can't fight you cause, you might adjust my Midas touch 

I can't believe I just sat back and told that lie 

I put this Tec back and give you a gold black eye, blaow 

If I give a nigga a shiner consider the shit designer 

I slaughter militant rhymers, hold up 

My nigga Nottz on the beat 

Somethin' sneakerheads usually leave in the box on the feet, hold up 

That's right, rappers back on the chopping block 

Either fact is a Papa Doc's, back to your proper spot 

We are not friends, we just connected dot to dot 

Stomp you till you feel like you living in Waka Flocka's sock 

I could box, that's why niggas opt to not 

Money wide in my pocket mocking that awesome rock [?] 

I philosophize, social stylist, them shits so timeless 

This should be fossilized 

Y'all just lie, y'all just falsify, y'all should be ostracized 

Y'all should not be allowed to run alongside my whip with the ostrich eye 

Come out your house without your pride 

A coward dies a thousand deaths, tells a thousand lies 

You see them lames? Tell 'em that I'm contracted 

A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your 

Spinal column out of your body right by you and your bodyguard looking like lasagna and cottage fries 

Retire or apologize, or die, you looking right in the fire 

Tryna be hot as me or tryna see eye to eye 

Obviously, honesty's not your policy 

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[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] 

I'm two seconds from smacking somebody face hard as hell 

And I know that he listening 

But the way shorty neck is positioning 

While she spitting in the hole of my dick 

Makes that other pussy not worth it 

I put my foot in yo' ass with all my old verses 

Its like my sole purpose is giving my soul's purpose 

I don't start but I finish you with a earth nap 

E'rbody I turned into ashes, believe they earned that 

Skip rap, let's talk real people 

To this day I die laughing with niggas who really kill people 

Mask, gloves, and empties that would conceal diesel 

Black snub that empty until they seal-freeze you 

Dice game with the re-up 

In lobbies where they never mopped the pee up 

Turn that M.O.P. up 

Every night mom's praying that they ain't mopping me up 

I'm up top getting mop from Mia, mama mia 

Now as far as the bars varying, I'm barbarian 

He-Man, Hanna-Barbera action figure 

Arms stiffer than Shawn Marion when he ball-carrying 

Oh man, we in slaughter mode, Paul Rosenberg, pallbearers and Em 

Who'd be left if the social media era died? 

Shit, I blew checks before I was verified 

I know the Dre that did beef before the Dre that did beats 

Bloggers'll beat on my meat if Detox leak 

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[Verse 3: KXNG CROOKED] 

Rap niggas back on the chopping block 

Kill 'em before they body rot 

I use they bodyparts to paint a Basquiat 

Really I'm saving you, your label's raping you 

Transforming your anus like an Autobot 

Assfucking a Cosmonaut 

You prolly like it but keeping it lowkey, bottom lock 

You hit rock bottom and go get your bottom rocked 

I'm just tryna stop you like my father was tryna stop me 

Then his condom popped 

Crooked was born to defeat the odds a lot 

I really don't understand why these imposters are popular 

I'm confused like seeing my Jewish homie rocking a swastika 

During Hanukkah 'stead of rocking his Yamaka 

While Stevie Wonder gawking at Rihanna's exotic, erotic body through the wrong side of some top dollar binoculars 

It's obvious, somebody gotta be mocking us 

None given, I'm out of fucks, uh 

I been on another level since I came into the industry 

Still the illest spitting, getting rid of powder puffs 

You coward are out of luck, you Howards know how to duck 

40 caliber loud as fuck, for now it's tucked 

What? Rap niggas back on the chopping block 

Give this bitch the biz, Markie, I beatbox a lot 

She just want a confidant, her man want a problem? Stop 

His days'll be numbered like a calendar, that's the caveat 

Any given Thursday you gon' get with the church play 

Holy organs, I mean it in the worst way 

With the llama I'm a farmer, I'm outstanding in my field 

My skill is a dead giveaway if you will, now that's wordplay 

I'm from the era of gang culture and crack smoke 

I rap dope 'cause that was an escape for poor black folk 

2Pac told us all America eats is babies 

Since I been in a Mercedes my ladies relate to that quote 

Upset, veins popping out of her neck, she give me mad throat 

She a head doctor minus the lab coat 

And when it come to being an incredible spitter, my nigga 

I'm Eminem's negative picture, black GOAT 

I'm nice, cuz 

[Verse 4: Joe Budden] 

Yeah, rap niggas back on the chopping block 

Same goal when niggas was bumping Scott LaRock 

Same goal though niggas swear you shocking, jock 

Screaming "What's popping Ak'?" Red bean, cocking shots 

With that said, no proceeding, gimme lethal 

And it could be onsight before a nigga even see you 

That's ride by, dash off and we laugh 

I changed up for the future, my mask was off in the past 

I heard your album, all sound like filler to me 

That's why I'm asking how they iller than me? 

It's getting hot, you can feel the degrees 

I been as real as could be 

Different me, same song, Bryson Tiller agrees 

Who you know is an uncharted team parted with lean 

And hit parks and bargain a dream and step to the Carter regime 

And wash Carhartt jeans, hard as it seem 

Was all part of going bored to some bars to barking 

Beg for your pardoning, your bothersome bar schemes 

Matter fact, who the fuck you know is harder than him? 

Say the gang broke up, shit, it wasn't the gang 

Fuck a verse, when it's family it just run in your veins 

Joey 

[Outro: Joe Budden] 

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Nickle 

Happy to be back guys 

Crook 

Joell