Royce Da 59 - The Imperial

Song Rating: 9.20/10

Song lyrics:

[Produced by Statik Selektah]

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Yo its the rap Scott Disick
Come through the f**in block with some hot lizards
Blowin loud in the blizzard
Put 6 digits on the Wizards, sh**, just dont tell my misses
Damn, she throw the dice with a red glove
Spread love, spread legs from the bed to the tub
Floor to the closet
Real s** on the Panasonic
Im gettin head in the pool, b**h
b**h, Im just better than you
Yeah, around the world like 4 times
All because a mothaf**a spit raw rhymes
Yeah, more lines, more lines
sh**, feed em more lines and more lines
I wont dumb it down for morons
Its like shootin big game with a small 9

[Verse 2: Royce Da 59]
Bottom line of sellin these pebbles
Get away with your life earnins while Im tryna dodge these devils
The whole squad Gucci, Jordans, but chances are
You in LV if you runnin with these rebels
Im sellin wrapped up, capped up vials of crack
Every syllable and vowel is a fact, I throw stacks
The chick ridin with me, she polished, she a dime
She stylish, check her HOEFAX, her mileage is back, she solid
The Desert Eagle here to better the people
Sellin perico like there is no I or L in illegal
I hire felons, to sew up the streets, while I let you believe
That its better to be you, baby, I call that threadin the needle
You know me, it aint nothin corny in the wardrobe
Im low key, even more so than Thors bro
Impeccable ear, I take Braille, make it Morse Code
Then peddle it like Im tryna make the course go

[Verse 3: Black Thought]
And you say New York City
My cheapest t-shirts cost me $450
Listen for me, the call of the wild is Go Philly!
Its shorties in the front row flashin both titties
The texture of my voice is coarse, its so gritty
That I could make the people revolt with no Diddy

I used to kick it with Hex Murda, Frank Nitty
In the D where he would bring J. Dilla and Dank with him
Riq Gees for mayor, a franchise player
Yeah, you might say Im in the book of Isaiah
The highway is when its my way
Yeah Ima put a polka dot on your dome, and Kwamé yah
This is the big payoff, soliloquy of Chaos
Another rapper gon get rocked like Amadeus
Defeatll make a n***a get ghost like a seance
Its triple entendre, three stacks of, hey ya
I plan to keep a band like Fela
Until when my careers over like A.I
Its me and the Muhammads, Alis, bayah
That never played the porch or asked for mother, may I
Listen, my callin card ball hard like armadillos
Rappers too thin to win, like cigarillos
Shakin their hair back and forth like Willow
But need to save the soft a** talkin for the pillows
I had a issue with a hater, now its kinda squashed
Like a slug below the soles of the St. Laurents
My response, a steppin razor like Im Father Tosh
Exotic fabrics on my blazer like the Maharaja
Sick whips in my garage, roll with no entourage
But I roll with heat like Im Dwayne Wade, Lebron and Bosh
I keep the paper stacked in layers like baklavas
Even though they give us ours free, like the Amistad
I know Im sort of pompous, no type of moral compa**
Go right the f** up in your mouth like Im the orthodontist
Some rappers just startin out, but me, Im more accomplished
The imperial Black Thought from The Foreign Objects
I created a movement not just related to music
They keep askin me whats my take on the state of the union
All these haters is human, but Im a different breed
They be crazy cartoonish, but Im in a different league
k**er colloquium, kush rolled with opium
Makin my a**ociates act so inappropriate
I got weapons manufactured in the Soviet
Now Im like Future on that I just won a trophy sh**
Ayo the, the, the boss is back
Take that, and while youre at it, make my coffee black
I tried to tell you mothaf**as on Respond/React
Im the nastiest to do it, as a matter of fact
Yo who your top 5? Jay, Biggie, Pac, Nas
I aint tryna hear another name if its not mine
Any side talkin, Ima consider it shots fired
At the outlier, and start it up like a hotwire

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 15:27