[00:00.00] 作词 : R. Montgomery/A. Younge/C.E. Martin/L. Lynn[00:01.00] 作曲 : R. Montgomery/A. Younge/C.E. Martin/L. Lynn[00:03.08](Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9")[00:03.71]I'm sending my killers to the store for Patron and Danish[00:06.74]My nigga, my nigga, I would go get it myself, but I'm famou[00:09.36]And I ain't never changing, I'm never done paying my dues[00:13.35]My mind frame is "I'm forever making my payments"[00:15.80]I walk by a so called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain in[00:19.46]No snatching though, watch what you put my ****ing name i[00:22.30]Kind of like an armless actor playing an action role[00:25.49]I'm out on the west copping like Axel Foley, ask the police[00:29.66]But at least I'm active though[00:31.61]I bought my niggas an ass then wrote it off on my taxe[00:34.07]Listed it as an independent backing like Macklemore[00:37.30]Half of my clique is bastards[00:38.79]The other half of my clique don't know half of the kids they have[00:42.20]It's savage, that's average though[00:44.01]Like 30k a year spent on yeast[00:46.63]In order to walk in the streets[00:48.12]In my shoes, you're gon need Flintstone feet[00:49.68]And room for baggage, and room in your Nikes[00:51.93]So they can hypothetically tag your toe[00:56.77]Mother****ers can't rhyme no more about rhyme no mor[00:59.62]Cause I'm so raw[01:01.05]Will I win? ain't an if, it's a when[01:02.86]Kind of like asking "what time is karma gon find Solar"[01:05.10]So tomorrow, in hindsight, if you an artist, death's near, the fans know[01:09.32]What you draw falls on deaf ears like Van Gogh[01:11.76]I chose rap glory over the stratosphere[01:14.15]No plaques or trophies, I already have them here[01:16.83](Let's go, Preem)[01:17.71]I'm just trying to leave my mark but I've got the same backstory as a tatted tear[01:21.38]The kind of frame I prefer to see the world through[01:23.84]Don't ask me nothing about Budden[01:25.52]I suppose I propose to all my girls too[01:27.69]I'm in the Forbes in in a pearl suit[01:29.23]Niggas know the score like Sheryl Swoope[01:31.19]You know they say that you dying if you ain't living good[01:33.41]I'm dumping a hit man's salary worth of quarters down the world's largest wi*************ng well[01:37.17]Wishing a bitch woul[01:39.74](Wishing a bitch woul)[01:40.84](Interlude)[01:42.01]Ladies and gentlemen[01:42.38]I think my record speaks for itself[01:43.46](Verse 2: Common)[01:43.86]A rival of survival, idle movement and chatter[01:46.38]We was stepping in the Chi before we knew the ladder[01:50.30]Climb up till your time's up, a daily reminder[01:53.28]My daily operation is to spark the population[01:56.05]Salutation to the nation of the Nubians and hooligans[01:59.66]That knew me when we was boxing niggas up in Julia[02:02.83]The bond that I have with the niggas and the mat[02:06.03]Supreme talk, I'm walking a king's walk[02:08.75]Watch it vibrate, while I take the wings off[02:11.90]Straight out of Chitown where they get that lean off[02:15.25]Fiends cough for serum, hitters rally rally like it's Durham[02:18.97]You in Illinois, we don't know what can cure 'em[02:22.16]I'm sicker than most of them from the 'Go so the flow don't end[02:25.81]Come get it bae like you from Oakland[02:27.98]I'm in the building and this my grand opening[02:30.62]I'm postering them niggas that were supposed to bee[02:33.11]****er than more niggas than fallopia[02:35.59](Interlude)[02:35.94]These are the sounds of days that are passed[02:37.69](Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9")[02:38.10]Kick in the door waving the .44[02:39.90]K's in the floorboards, stays in the Waldorf[02:42.51]I will board a jet cheap, fly to where you're sure to get deep[02:45.53]To show your crew my immortal technique[02:47.23]I'll elaborate, sixteen pistols and extendos[02:49.85]Hidden inside three or four twelve hundred crates[02:52.79]If we at war, I'll exaggerate[02:54.17]Sweep up the streets till the clique clean[02:56.12]Shoot you while we watch the tables turn like a DWYCK scene[02:58.59]Street sweeper, knock his head clean off his body[03:00.60]Then keep sweeping long enough to clean off his body[03:02.98]Lean off the bottle then fly a nigga queen off to Cab[03:05.76]Then have her feeding me papayas and grapes, I'm an acquired taste[03:08.99]If you don't like me, acquire some taste[03:10.78]And all I talk about is murdering[03:12.22]All you do is test pros, I'll shoot you while you protest[03:14.53]Shout to all my brothers and my sisters out in Ferguson[03:16.69]The police want us shot[03:18.03]And you gon be the next to drop in front of that donut shop[03:20.71](Interlude)[03:21.31]We record a new dimension of history[03:23.93](Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9")[03:24.45]I kicked my habits in Visvim sneakers[03:26.92]And developed into the new now[03:28.25]Win Animal Planet[03:30.06]I got me a plaque and a Grammy while i'm going zoo now[03:31.92]Me still being irrelevant[03:33.46]Then became the elephant in the room now[03:35.53](Is he ever gonna fall off?) No[03:37.58]I walk by so-called tough guy[03:39.75]Watch him pass me nervous after I passed him[03:42.22]He gon' get with the street life or[03:44.13]He gon' turn the other cheek like a half done ass job[03:46.90]Sitting right in front of a plastic surgeon[03:48.86]Then I jump in the black Suburban[03:50.72]Snatch the curtain, wrapping your R&B act in it[03:54.16]After I squeeze 21 entries[03:56.53]And it ain't no need to ask for IDs[03:58.33]I'm certain that if you offend me then it shall get windy[04:01.47]And that's right before the Mac 10 is working, click[04:04.20]And it ain't no irony in the fact that I am giving you fire[04:08.03]And that fire comes after the earth, wind, whew[04:11.19]Preme in his prime, I'm in my prime[04:13.04]("You know it can never be imitated")[04:14.63]("Shout outs to Royce, Primo[04:17.37]It's Common Sense, Big Illinois")