Blast That! - Nottz, Royce 5'9, Black Milk

Turn it up until your eardrums bust out

Act up and I’ma show you what it be 'bout

Niggas got plans of dancing, better re-route

Headbanger shit, we orangutans bitch

We don’t swing from no trees but we got the banana clip

The people overseas, yeah they fuck with the boy

Say the boy brings 'bout joy

He’s so special

Short bus special

Where my safety helmet at

Class A guitar, hear that banging in the back

(Damn he going crazy)

See that boy neck snap?

Back to the white meat, and doc can’t fix that

Needless to say I’m certified with the boom bap

Bump this in your stereo, pour it in your cereal

Early in the morning and you mad cause you know black

You motherfucker ain’t used to real rap

All my motherfuckers in the hood

Blast that shit

Po po they turn it down but you

Blast that shit

Real niggas know what it

Blast that shit

Blast that shit

Blast that shit

Blast that shit

Blast that shit

Oh it’s real hip hop you got to…

Blast that

Blast that

Yo and this is what y’all been waiting for

Black the antidote to catapult niggas out

Into a distance, animal cannibal, is this

Hannibal eat and I never been a fan of yo'

Shit when I got my nigga Nottz here

On the one, on the drum, kick, snare

Blown now I’m on in the business

Pistols, home of the Pistons

Out to Virginia

Back to the D where I was born and raised

Back to the beats on the stage

Wack niggas, R.I.P., piss on your grave

No love, was born to hate

Know you can’t believe

How we keep doing it

Produce like a beast

Boy, Rick Rubin shit

Watch how I maneuver shit

Spit Black spit that shit like manure gets

I be on the move

Slow down, slow down, let me catch the groove

Extra, extra, let me execute

X these niggas, show 'em the exit out

Make they baby mamas they ex’s

If I ain’t the best that means that I’m next bitch

Flows, affected

To the point where these niggas feel disrespected

Leave 'em on respirators, disconnected

Uh, disconnection

No contest, quit

Come on

Nigga where your cash at?

I don’t battle rap rap, I shoot niggas eyes out

I just cataract cats, roger that

Nottz where the bottle at?

(Nigga I don’t drink)

Okay then, I’ma honor that

Drink for you till I need you to think for me like an Almanac

Far as y’all Internet, in a nut, while you on the Internet

Bragging 'bout your intellect, I be fucking bad bitches

Dragging out they inner slut

In effect huh

Take a niggas past like an interception

D-Boys in here chilling

We tote things that’ll destroy buildings

We approach shit like, if you owe

We repo shit, we atrocious, we could throw fist

But we oppose this

When we mad tag toe tip animals bitch