Gun Harmonizing - Royce 5'9, Crooked I

Somebody lift me up, yeah

And give me a hand

Give me a ride, I’m sliding off the highway

There’s a curve in the road

I don’t know when I’m going, crazy

Verbalizing my theme murder

Communicating while you debating using machine squirters

Br-r-rat, that trigger’s my tongue, I l-l-lick a nigga

That fo'-fifth'll, lift a nigga whole clique up

The Lord call for your soul, it’s time to go, pick up

Answer the horn, it’s blowing at you, you cold, stiff up

My heat, heating my whole hip up, all we do is court strippers

Your metal freezing like it’s a morgue zipper

I, ride around with Preem

Not the Preem from Queens, but the Preem from «DWYCK»

'Bout to change the game, 'bout to fly the desert

Eagle for y’all people, like the wing’s the clip

And the barrel’s the beak, my apparel is fleece

I’m adorned in diamonds, I’m a pharaoh deceased

Like if Spawn was rhymin, and I would advise you

Not to tempt her, New Temptations, the gun harmonizing

Every bullet’s a note, I write with a firing pen

Every time that trigger pull, it’s a quote

Inside a booth fulla smoke, sniffin lines of that gunpowder

I’m hotter than a pair of boots and a coat

And a turtleneck, the best rapper alive

Could be the best rapper that died, I’m murderous

If you ain’t get it by now, I’m suicidal, I’m wild

A nigga better than me, is who I ain’t heard of yet

So I ain’t murdered yet, he ain’t even been born

His momma’s a virgin, she ain’t even fertile yet

Prepare to get back, next time you take a shit, stand and turn around and look

in the toilet, then compare me to THAT!

Don’t compare me to none of these muhfuckin' wannabe hustlers

Tough until they standing in front of me duckin'

It’s off with yo' head nigga, 'less you one of them Dodgers

We sound off as one, we gun harmonize!

This shit is musical, my spit is beautiful

And if the best rapper died we’d be sitting at Nickel’s funeral

But we ain’t dying cause our trigger finger nail you

As quick as you clip a cuticle, hollows’ll hit your follicles

I split your wig from far away like a long arm barber

Then lift your weight like a strong arm robber

Put that on Moses, I rely on my rod

As sure as Satan’s tongue lying to God, everybody dying

It’s like you standing in a circular firing squad

Singers for hire, I find him a job

You see the gauge baritone, the revolver’s a tenor

Way the shots spin your body, I’ma call 'em «The Spinners»

Call 'em «Earth, Wind and Fire», put you beneath the earth, wind and fire

Feel the fire that burnt Richard Pryor

I’m keeping two guns, I named 'em Romeo and Juliet

Make you take five like you and your homies on the movie set

BLAOW!