Letra da Música Boom de Royce da 5'9"

Ugh boom boom
Tick-tick-tick
Yeah 5'9, ugh
Yo, I'm the verbal-spit Smith Wesson
I unload with a sick spit
The quick wit to split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You here a tick tick then you testing
My saliva and spit can split
Thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claiming they
The best and head the throne
Since B.I.G is gone
If you ask me
They dead wrong
My flow is hotter than
The flash from the click
When the hammer slaps
The bullet on the as* from the clip
You wind up in a room full of my dawgs
I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant
In a room full of dogs
So come, come now
Get pissed on, sh*tted on
Tough talk turns into
"Can't we all just get along"
You get blazed when the mic's off
Shot when it's on
You probably ducked when they
Laid the gun shot in your song
My gun strrr-utters
When it speaks to you
Utter shit to repeat to you
Nothing to clip, then
Give a speech to you
Me and Premier, we kind
Of the same in ways
We both speak with our hands
In dangerous ways
Rap now is a circus of clowns
A whole lot of lip from clicks
I'll probably rap circles around
I'm the next best to reach a
Peak formerly known
As the best keep secret
I guess that I just leaked it

Boom, somebody
Better duck or run
Somebody better hush up
'Cause he's about to come
This man got real
Royce 5'9"
Boom, somebody
Better duck or run
Somebody better hush up
'Cause he's about to come
This man got real
Royce 5'9"

I'm a motherfucking star
I don't battle no mo'
I provide the the gun clapping
Around of applause after the show
We can go toe to toe
'Cause they calling you hot
Stepping around all your
Punches like "That's all you got?"
Everyday I'm meeting somebody
And all of they peeps
Quick to shake a nigga's hand
And show me all of they teeth
And these bitches
I be patting they asses
They be all dumb and
Goggley eyed looking at me
Batting they lashes
Rappers think Detroit niggas
Not as down as them
Or since I'm down with
Slim that I sound like him
Quick to judge me and tell me
That my hook might sell
And say faggot shit
To me like "I look like L"
My advice quit talking it's over
I was knocking niggas out
While you were knocking
Sticks off of they shoulders
I got dirt done in the past,
I know y'all sweat
I got regrets older than
Some of you so called vets
Niggas say I found God with the flow
Bring the police to the studio
And bring the bomb squad to the show
Ain't a nigga touching mines
When you listen to my sh*t
You don't chew, you don't breathe
You don't miss a f***ing line
Every time I spit
I tick to show you it's hot
Leave me in the deck too long
I blow up your box
Boom

This man got real
Royce 5'9"
Boom, somebody
Better duck or run
Somebody better hush up
'Cause he's about to come
This man got real
Royce 5'9"
Boom, somebody
Better duck or run
Somebody better hush up
'Cause he's about to come
This man got real
Royce 5'9"
This man got real
Royce 5'9"
This man got real
Royce 5'9"