Boom

* originally on the Boom/Soldier`s Story 12"<br><br>Uhh! Boom! (Boom.. Boom..)<br>Tick tick tick.. yeah.. 5`9 uhh<br>Yo..<br><br>I`m the verbal-spit Smith Wesson, I unload<br>with sick spit that quick wick to split a split-second<br>Bomb with a lit wick expression<br>You here a tick tick then you testin..<br>My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits<br>So trust me, I`m as live as it gets<br>Everybody claimin they the best and head the throne<br>since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they "Dead Wrong"<br>My flow is hotter than the flash from the click<br>When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip<br>You wind up in a room full of my dawgs<br>I`ll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs<br>So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on<br>Tough talk turns to, "Can`t we all just get along"<br>You get blazed when the mic`s off, shot when it`s on<br>You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song<br>My gun strrr-utters when it speaks to you<br>Utter shit to repeat to you<br>Nothing to clip, then give a speech to you<br>Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways<br>We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways<br>Rap now is a circus of clowns<br>A whole lot of lip from clicks I`ll probably rap circles around<br>I`m the next best to reach a peak formerly known<br>as the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaped it<br><br>[Chorus: repeat 2X] <br>{*"It gets {*scratch*} it gets {*scratch*} <br> It gets tragic like the havoc of a <br> nuclear bomb" -> Guru*} <br>[girl] Boom.. bam, God DAMN! <br>[5`9"] Royce 5-9<br><br>I`m a motherfucking star, I don`t battle no mo`<br>I provide the the gun clapping around of applause after ya show<br>We can go toe to toe cause they calling you hot<br>Stepping around all your punches like "that`s all you got?"<br>Everyday I`m meeting somebody and all of they peeps<br>Quick to shake a nigga`s hand and show me all of they teeth<br>And these bitches I be patting they asses<br>They be all dumb and googly-eyed lookin at me, battin they lashes<br>Rappers think Detroit niggaz not as down as them<br>Or since I`m down with Slim that I sound like him<br>Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell<br>and say faggot shit to me like "I look like L"<br>My advice quit talking it`s over<br>I was knocking niggaz out while you were knocking sticks off they shoulders<br>I got dirt done in the past, I know y`all sweat<br>I got regrets older than some of you so called vets<br>niggaz say I found God with the flow<br>Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show<br>Ain`t a nigga touching mines<br>When you listen to my shit you don`t chew, you don`t breathe,<br>you don`t miss a fucking line<br>Every time I spit, I tick to show you it`s hot<br>Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your box<br>BOOM!!<br><br>{*DJ Premier scratches*}<br><br>[girl] Boom.. bam, God - DAMN! <br>[5`9"] Royce 5-9 <br><br>[Chorus] <br><br>[girl] Boom.. bam, God - DAMN! <br>[5`9"] Royce {*scratch*} 5-9 <br>[girl] Boom.. bam, God - DAMN! <br>[5`9"] {*scratch*} Royce 5-9 <br>[girl] Boom.. bam, God {*scratch*} God - DAMN! <br>[5`9"] {*scratch*} Royce 5-9 <br><br>.. {*bomb ticking*} {*music fades*} <br> {*explosion*} {*bomb ticking*}