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Royce da 5'9"

Ryan Daniel Montgomery (born July 5, 1977), better known by his stage name Royce da 5'9", is an American rapper. He is known for his longtime association with Eminem and for his solo career, recording primarily with Carlos "6 July" Broady and DJ Premier, as well as ghostwriting for the likes of Diddy and Dr. Dre. Royce is one half of the rap duo Bad Meets Evil with Eminem and also a member of hip hop group Slaughterhouse. The editors of About.com ranked him #33 on their list of the Top 50 MCs of Our Time (1987–2007). more »

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(Get 'em high)
Nickel is back, black magnificent Jack
Nicholson moving through the hallways of the movie The Shining (shine)
That's how I walk in just to do a sign in (a sign in)
Then slide off to do a new assignment
Student of Luke and Common, I'm Skywalker 
You all on these ayahuasca trips, beautiful views through a shaman
I'm Pyer Mossin' and y'all can keep all your new designers
Gucci and Loubiton and we Uber Jeep Rubicon and
Move through your town like a shooting comet, Cuban shining
King Tut' timing, buying all of your jeweler's diamonds
Chris Lighty taught me you can live faithfully and die gracefully
Be anti-ran-by-agency and be anti-white-man-violating-me (get 'em high)

Seen it all, life is a bitch, I'm stuck in a crystal ball
I'm who they call to put niggas in position, no Diddy, pause
Blood on my palm, I cook this shit, mix in Fentanyl
I kill 'em all, the way they slept on me, this bureau pillow soft
Shannon Sharpe, the way they hop out on the opposition
My niggas Draymond Green if Jordan Poole in the building
Cold talk, Jada and Will, a bunch of swingers
That punch and practice around the best shooters with itchy fingers
I seen everybody disown Gunna for snitching 
But got rap friends in court turning to R&B singers, shit
I been a problem, from any angle, I'm Luka Dončić
Kyrie double-handed with this little Uzi, how I'm rockin' eight letters
Exit 9 on my back, Iguodala (get 'em high)

I thought it out, money make you see shit you ain't thought about
They said the rappers don't come outside, looks like we brought 'em out
The last few months, shit, I'm all that they talkin' 'bout
And Courtney you with Royce, so f*ck it, this the new Slaughterhouse
Mercedes 580 got me and my lady falling out
'Cause she see how they hoppin' on my dick when I be hoppin' out
Two-tone Sky-Dweller, double-decker, y'all docking out 
Black and white diamonds, they be hitting like Montgomery browl
Oops, I mean Montgomery Brawl, I ain't ducking smoke at all
I would cut my feet off and try to walk 'fore I run from y'all
Sick of feeding niggas, act like I ain't who they eating off
This rap shit done turn me to somebody that I gotta be for y'all

Uh, yeah (shh, pause)
Look (get 'em high)

I could never box myself 
I been felt the paradox of primadonnas telling me my scripture like designer 
Louis the 16th of verses that'll cause a revolution through my cursive 
It's all about the execution right? I write my sins in fixtures 
Set in stone, this ain't Christopher Robin or Walken, ain't no Pulp Fiction 
Fixating on my mission 
Ain't impossible, Tom Cruising through these obstacles 
No optical illusion when my folks spotting that follicles, we
American dream teaming down these dusty roads
Lo and behold they prophesied a young soul to touch the world like Golden Globes 
I overload my pen with lead and I hang 'em up on totem poles 
I told 'em pose for the Polaroid 
Posterize like me dunking on Bol Bol, oh Lord, call Sol (get 'em high)

It ain't too many that can rumble with the mighty lion
If it's them against me then somebody dying
And it ain't I
I hate to get under your skin but this St. Ives
It's kinda hard for them to look into a saint eyes
Knowing they intentions malicious
All that insecurity gon' scare away the bitches
Everybody wanna eat, who wanna clean the dishes?
Snakes in the cut, had to remove the stitches
It gets vicious when niggas get to fighting over masters (get 'em high)
They gave away 'cause they wanted fame faster
They see me full of Black joy and laughter
And try to front like I ain't got the shit they after
Oh, niggas wanna be indie now? Who made it cool?
Who dug a hole in the backyard and made a pool?
My mama like Donald Trump mom, she made a fool
I'm not a wolf in sheep clothing, I'm made of wool
I'm planting seeds and savin' stool for when the drought come
I rather live life with a dream than without one (get 'em high)
Guess I'm more like MLK than Malcolm
More in between, I'm open to either outcome 
Long as it's income and then some
I got enough dick to share, tell your friends come
A modern-day Avatar, I'm tryna bend some
I made enough cash to donate and then some
My pockets stuffed like dim sum and then some
Keep your advice to yourself until you win some
Bitch

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