Royce Da 5 9 – I’m Me Freestyle

06.16.08 10 years ago 13 Comments

Royce Da 5 9 – I’m Me Freestyle

Lookout for Royce’s up coming official mixtape “The Bar Exam Vol. 2” coming soon, along with his new studio album “Street Hop” executive produced by Hip Hop legend DJ Premier.


Yeah, I got money on my mind
That’s why I’m twice on my grind
I’m nice ’cause I rhyme
Like it’s my life on that line
The second I’m provoked, I snap
And to a point that ain’t controllable
Then it’s either war or another quotable
Don’t let me get a hold of you dudes
I murder you on camera
Get Kelly’s lawyer
And get a mole removed
I probably shouldn’t have said that
Fuk y’all, on the record, off the record
If I’m on a record, I’ma off the record
I need a push when I’m tired of rhymin’
Go ahead and diss me
‘Cause me and George Bush got a lot in common
We both got no sense, we love to go to war
And we stay lookin’ for weapons of mass destruction
This industry is Hillary Clinton, literally, listen
You ain’t got no choice now
Roll wit a niqqa if you twisted enough
To picture a devil mixed
With an angel that’s sick
Drunk inside a Range Ro’, that’s this
Wish I could stick every rapper in this b!tch
In the building, let them cypher while I fly a plane through that b!tch
‘Cause I hate y’all, I’m tri-polar with the eightball
I want you on my album, I pull out the K and make y’all
In case y’all — wanna share my light
I’ma tell it like it is
Fuk it, it’s my Jeremiah right
I’m a motherfuking problem
I don’t care if y’all don’t like
Times three, niqqa, I’m me, niqqa
Big d!ck, b!tch, big balls
We the kind that supply the rock like Chris Paul
The same kind that aim nines, insane conscience
And then we get rid of the rock, like DeWayne Johnson
Ladykiller, the fly version of Orenthal
If you ain’t got no DUI’s
Then you probably a corn ball
Wittiest; if you call a laptop a labtop
You sound like a scientist, but you probably an idiot
Your stories ain’t holdin’ up
Y’all niqqas lying got me thinkin’
Y’all are either too young or y’all ain’t old enough
Niqqas said, when Royce gonna stop beefin’ with rappers
B!tch, when Hell freeze over, and Wayne sober up
By the way, fuk all DJ’s (I’m just kiddin’)
I just threw that in there to get y’all attention
No intention to ever die, niqqa, life too sweet
Two words for who don’t like me: “fight” and “me”
I take care of my family
They say do the kid rock, like Pam Lee?
The answer is yes, and I invest
It takes money to make money
So I make green off green like Stan Lee
Smart sh!t, I ain’t got beef with no Joe Budden
Y’all gonna get one of these niqqas killed tryin’ to start sh!t
Niqqas hire muscle ’cause living is a privilege
Only rapper I admire for his strength is Xzibit
I kill you right away
Soon as you cross
Go head, you got the right-of-way
Give a niqqa iron like vitamin, play
I will ride up in broad day
And night a niqqa day
Drunk, I’m a recovering out patient
You at the top, you shot, your spot is now taken
Psychotic is the ploy, how the fuk you rappin’ and you gay
And you been spotted with a boy, like a Dalmatian
I switch up, I probably be instantly sellin’
Got a clip full of pellets, known as MC repellant
Why you talkin’ about your money
And I can’t have none of it?
I hit a niqqa low
Just for the sad fun of it
I will never lose, never lost
I’ma prove it, except for my virginity
But I was tryin’ to lose it
I be on some Tom Cruise sh!t
Standin’ on the couch in the club
Laughing about my dime new chick
She the sh!t, but if you ask us, she useless
I’m in the pocket ’cause I got a rocket down under like Houston
So I’m a keep being me, and you should keep being you
If being you offends me, indeed it’s gonna be me and you
But understand if it’s that, it’s either gonna be me or you
So pump your brakes before I do you like I got a key to you
Shut your power off, I’m G-A-N-G-S-T-R, yes we are

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