Escalate4u

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[Royce Da 5'9]
Uhh… boom… 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 strrr-utters 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

[Hook 2x] (DJ Premier scratches, Royce Da 5′9)
(Boom!)
Somebody better duck or (RUN)
Somebody better (Watch out cuz he’s bout to blow up)
“Boom…boom, bam, God-damn!” “…Royce 5′9″
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[DJ Premier]
Big L, Rest In Peace

[Gang Starr]
Do you wanna mess with this?
I’m one of the best yet
We’ve got it
You can feel the realness
In this business of rep
Go ahead

[Guru]
Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again
Fatten my plate again, y’all cats know we always play to win
G-A-N-G, to the Starr’s, son
Haters, took this shit too far, son
So thats all for you, I’m whiping out your whole team
I’ll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes
The badder you seem, the more lies you tell
The more lies you sell, then by surprise you fell
Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches
Stupid, you know the God must bless every single mic he touches
I’ve suffered, just so I could return harder
Wanna be the shit starter? Fuck around, make you a martyr
I make ya famous, turn around and make ya nameless
Cause you never understood to me how vital this rap game is
Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one
Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one

[Hook] (Gang Starr, Noreaga)
Full clip
Do you wanna mess with this?
Gang Starr
I’m one of the best yet
I’m nice like that
It’s all good
In this business of rep

Full clip
Do you wanna mess with this?
Gang Starr
I’m one of the best yet
I’m nice like that
It’s all good
So I suggest you take a rest
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[Hook] (DJ Premier scratches, Rakim)
Hardcore…real ill niggas
I’m internationally known
When I be on the mic

Hardcore…real ill niggas
I’m internationally known, yo

Hardcore…real ill niggas
I’m internationally known
When I be on the mic

Hardcore…real ill niggas
So all hail the honorable

[Rakim]
It’s to my real ill niggas, heavyweight hitters
Dough getters, fifty ways to make figures
My niggas, that come on the spot to feel sisters
Like they hear real spitters and kids on the zigga-ziggas
When it’s ugly, then the club is lovely
Thugs be sipping Henessey and bubbly
To my comrades that keep it flaming hot
On dangerous blocks, claiming spots
Where the goal is to be one of the top-ranked soldiers
Forty-five holders, one of the high rollers
Get respect in the hood, credit is good
Knock it down lumberjack style, baby, extra wood
Rock it all night long, the bang-a-thon baby
Keep hanging on, we like it with the lights on
Don’t have to blow twenty thou’ to get to know honey’s style
Show her the town, steal her heart, no money down
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