LE SON DU JOUR : PRhyme (Royce da 5’9 & Dj Premier) ft. Logic, « Mode »

« Yeah, fall in line to fall back
Big L’s technique, Pun’s grammar
Before the roof went in the trunk
The ragtops sat back behind the head just like a gun hammer
My sickness should remind you of Christmas
Cause I’m always coming down with something like a young Santa
Understand there will be no rematch
The kinda ass whooping you’ll only have to open up one can of
(Nickel Nine the God)
You ain’t rolling forward you’re rolling wrong
Reaching out to gangstas to be gangsta you holding on
I grab a hold of this 44 alone and let it go
More than a 4 year old singing the frozen song
I put this tec to your eclectic temple and wreck you with
Then carve in your tombstone “Heavenly father he wasn’t ready
To collide with with a force to be reckoned with”
Do you boys know who you messing with?
I’m wit, messing with niggas destiny shit Im from the midwest
I stopped drinking so I can start policing the block
Now I just cop smoke like pig breath
Pac’s soul would come out if I died a big death
Shoe connoisseur, who’s finer, your
Bitch or my bitch? it don’t matter cause you with my ex
The name of my ex inked on you, to me homie
Extinct like a dinosaur, you can probably find me
Spooning with a dime looking like
Lucy Liu, or something to my broom
Looking like a huge China drawer
I’m a motherfucking walking hazard
Find me in the bodying department
When y’all rhyming if y’all don’t release, remind me
Of Prodigy partner, y’all can have it
I man up, lifted the can up
Killed the killer who ran up scared
When I was eight my daddy yelled down the basement steps
You only gotta listen to me and the man upstairs »