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FUBU By Royce Da 5’9″ I am that n----, it’s obvious These n----- broke, on their pickpockets watching us They see the watch and this jewelry we rocking Get sick to their stomach, now they try to plot on us They know this extendo we got on us Can’t name a time when it’s not on us Hope they try robbing us So they can go back and tell n----- about all these bullets they got from us I let that blocker on low, I put that pot on the stove Yeah, now these CDs the only product I sold Fans in Berlin going out of control Yeah, I f--- a lot of new hoes Penthouse on top of the Lowes, Versace my robe What’s in my pocket, a knot I can’t fold Make sure my Gelato was robed Uh, I am on a whole another level than you Uh, my grandma used to say “boy, you got the devil in you” F--- around, get some metal in you My name ring bells, I could sell out whatever venue For us, by us For us, by us For us, by us For us, by us (For you), by us (For you), by us (For you), by us I’m tire

Black Savage By Royce Da 5’9″ I don’t know what this world is coming to Yeah, I ain’t ya average rapper residing in Calabasas Mashin’ the Aston through Malagasy in Madagascar I don’t believe in your white Jesus and Last Suppers I place value on brothers who never had justice I am the black savage Ali and Foreman in Zaire fightin’ for black magic Rifles and flak jackets, mama was suicidal, papa had bad habits Product of true survival, rocker like Black Sabbath Hoppin’ up out the Chevy, Pac, Biggie, Machiavelli OG like Nas or Reggie, culture like Ox in “Belly” Vulgar like Akinyele, focus like Dr. Sebi We did it your way, but now the culture is boppin’ to our Sinatra medley I’m limitless energy, they gimmicks and imagery Kendrick, Cole, and the Kennedys, lyrical Holy Trinity General of the city, they into promoting silly beef Keepin’ it Willy D, Weezy on the “A Milli” beat Dream Chaser facin’ the enemy like my n---- Meek Tyler Perry writing my winning speech like it’

Rhinestone Doo Rag By Royce Da 5’9″ Yeah White Jesus taught you heathens cross you just to stone you Knowledge and power arms you quicker than ignorance disarms you I hate to see Tee Grizzley going through s--- he shouldn’t be going through I hate to see Shady respond to s--- he shouldn’t respond to I hate that your Commander In Chief is more demander and thief And it seems like this boy just can’t be impeached I can’t be under the thumb of one who seems to be attracted to his own daughter Why should we not set up shop? We black, we’re our own barbers But even a jewel from a fool is still a gem A dude’ll put more energy in killing you than healing him We went from riding in (???) to buying sumo statues When you fall from that level of flying, who gon catch you? Pac and Biggie died for you rappers so you don’t have to Martin and Malcolm died for your blackness, pursue your masters I wore that rhinestone doo-rag so you don’t have to Imma need you to google that, too I

Young World By Royce Da 5’9″ Yeah, that double barrel need a couple beams They wanna chip a mind trip and, baby, up my streams That’s how I’m swimmin’, hear the hissin’ from the serpentine They tryna rat on my K, got raised to Hell, invade the sales They want some battles with greats God fall from his grace, banana clips, them crackers wish that we evolved from the apes Who done see they homies bleed to death? The ambulance was runnin’ late The homies had to beat his chest, the pain is in my jungle book It’s crazy, baby, come and look, bandana Baloo Big drums and sticks, band camp with the crew Made music infused before I seen the studio Glock held the stock, 10 shots like a new Malone You ain’t thuggin’ ’til your mothers know you doin’ wrong He was a soldier, he can’t come home, she kiss him through the phone But y’all ain’t ever do what you rappin’ Yankee fitted, barrel kickin’ like it’s Snoop in Manhattan, Norf Hey, young world [?] fake man Y’all know the beat