Song | Writer's Block |
Artist | Royce Da 5'9" |
Album | Writer's Block (feat. Eminem) |
[00:03.529] | Yeah, yeah |
[00:05.990] | I don't know what else to say |
[00:08.200] | I can't, I can't think of nothin' |
[00:11.719] | I'm stumped |
[00:13.540] | Here we go we |
[00:14.919] | On your feet your |
[00:16.110] | Stand up |
[00:17.610] | Everybody hands up |
[00:19.919] | Uh, man, I dunno, man |
[00:22.549] | Everytime I go to think of something played out to say |
[00:24.979] | You already said it |
[00:26.799] | I ain't calling names cause all of y'all the same, plus |
[00:30.400] | I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up |
[00:32.929] | All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up |
[00:35.919] | Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up |
[00:38.979] | Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent |
[00:41.169] | Because of my relationship with Marshall |
[00:42.669] | Used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck |
[00:45.109] | We the same cuz |
[00:46.289] | I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck |
[00:48.989] | While I attempt to fuck the fucking game up |
[00:51.229] | Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat |
[00:54.299] | You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat |
[00:57.359] | Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy bye-bye |
[01:00.590] | Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby's Maybach |
[01:04.190] | My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me nigga |
[01:06.169] | It's ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get |
[01:08.239] | The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets |
[01:09.979] | Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop |
[01:12.169] | Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast |
[01:15.159] | I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca |
[01:18.359] | Niggas that'll smoke you while you staring in your postbox |
[01:21.109] | Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin' |
[01:24.590] | While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen |
[01:27.590] | I'm back, muthafucker |
[01:28.739] | Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL |
[01:31.49] | I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers |
[01:34.799] | How y'all realer? y'all |
[01:37.299] | If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer |
[01:40.229] | Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa |
[01:43.179] | That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up |
[01:46.190] | Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup |
[01:47.729] | Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher |
[01:49.929] | Wait 'til they get a load of me 'cause |
[01:51.989] | I've got Gucci's on my feet |
[01:53.299] | Diamonds on my neck |
[01:54.590] | Diamonds on my wrist |
[01:55.590] | Bitches on my dick |
[01:56.549] | But y'all already said that |
[01:58.39] | Choppers in the trunk |
[01:59.229] | Models in the front |
[02:00.590] | Bottles in the club |
[02:01.539] | But I don't give a fuck |
[02:02.799] | But y'all already said that |
[02:04.169] | Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard |
[02:07.399] | For me to come up with shitty to say |
[02:10.669] | I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all |
[02:13.730] | I think I'm runnin' out of cliches |
[02:16.49] | Psyche! |
[02:16.299] | I'm gettin' writer's block |
[02:17.289] | When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it |
[02:20.200] | Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built |
[02:21.799] | Floatin' on the same water Moses split |
[02:24.109] | Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill |
[02:27.920] | Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet! |
[02:31.670] | Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid |
[02:36.399] | You dudes is too excited |
[02:37.599] | You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal |
[02:41.299] | You will just be another victim |
[02:42.739] | I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I'm a little twisted |
[02:45.359] | I roll like the end credits in movies, y'all just got scripted |
[02:47.349] | Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha |
[02:49.920] | When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin' |
[02:51.670] | Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper |
[02:54.299] | I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin' problems? |
[02:56.179] | Not a problem I've encountered |
[02:57.499] | I have found elephants, lions, clowns |
[02:59.599] | Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus |
[03:02.39] | At the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds |
[03:05.730] | Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark's askin'? |
[03:08.670] | Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it |
[03:11.920] | Since I decided to start Class diss |
[03:13.599] | All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent |
[03:17.729] | I authorize my own all-access |
[03:19.929] | Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin' |
[03:23.349] | Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan |
[03:27.170] | Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam |
[03:30.49] | Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it |
[03:32.729] | My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes |
[03:34.729] | And they tryna mail 'em to me, tryna reach my phone |
[03:37.920] | I don't know which one is harder |
[03:39.229] | Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own |
[03:42.299] | I got Gucci's on my feet |
[03:43.249] | Diamonds on my neck |
[03:44.679] | Diamonds on my wrist |
[03:45.899] | Bitches on my dick |
[03:46.679] | But y'all already said that |
[03:47.929] | Choppers in the trunk |
[03:49.239] | Models in the front |
[03:51.179] | But I don't give a fuck |
[03:51.299] | Bottles in the club |
[03:52.749] | But y'all already said that |
[03:54.249] | Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard |
[03:57.499] | For me to come up with shitty to say |
[04:00.679] | I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all |
[04:03.619] | I think I'm runnin' out of cliches |
[04:05.559] | I'm gettin' writer's block |
[04:06.619] | Psyche! |
[04:08.119] | Man, get the bozac |
[04:10.59] | We need to start bringin' that shit back |
[04:13.369] | Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck in effect, |
[04:18.739] | Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real |
[04:21.899] | On the strength, no diggity |
[04:25.620] | I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on |
[04:29.739] | Haters get the gasface! |
[00:03.529] | Yeah, yeah |
[00:05.990] | I don' t know what else to say |
[00:08.200] | I can' t, I can' t think of nothin' |
[00:11.719] | I' m stumped |
[00:13.540] | Here we go we |
[00:14.919] | On your feet your |
[00:16.110] | Stand up |
[00:17.610] | Everybody hands up |
[00:19.919] | Uh, man, I dunno, man |
[00:22.549] | Everytime I go to think of something played out to say |
[00:24.979] | You already said it |
[00:26.799] | I ain' t calling names cause all of y' all the same, plus |
[00:30.400] | I' m the king, all my past pain all done changed up |
[00:32.929] | All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter' s came up |
[00:35.919] | Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up |
[00:38.979] | Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent |
[00:41.169] | Because of my relationship with Marshall |
[00:42.669] | Used to make me a little partial, but here' s the brain fuck |
[00:45.109] | We the same cuz |
[00:46.289] | I' m probably about to fall out with a young buck |
[00:48.989] | While I attempt to fuck the fucking game up |
[00:51.229] | Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chitchat |
[00:54.299] | You are hearing bars like your ear against a Kit Kat |
[00:57.359] | Shady guys like the Navy, drive, wavy byebye |
[01:00.590] | Maybe my Glock can turn your top to baby' s Maybach |
[01:04.190] | My shit is powerful, literally sick, trust me nigga |
[01:06.169] | It' s ugly to kill a thing if the bigger I get |
[01:08.239] | The more disgusting and fuckin' disfigured it gets |
[01:09.979] | Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop |
[01:12.169] | Y' all about the champagne, I' m about the toast |
[01:15.159] | I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca |
[01:18.359] | Niggas that' ll smoke you while you staring in your postbox |
[01:21.109] | Only incense he enlightens when he' s thinkin' |
[01:24.590] | While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen |
[01:27.590] | I' m back, muthafucker |
[01:28.739] | Notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL |
[01:31.49] | I' m back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers |
[01:34.799] | How y' all realer? y' all |
[01:37.299] | If I didn' t, I seen it firsthand like a car dealer |
[01:40.229] | Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa |
[01:43.179] | That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up |
[01:46.190] | Is a waste of fake like a phony Bcup |
[01:47.729] | Nigga, the mistake was like my only teacher |
[01:49.929] | Wait ' til they get a load of me ' cause |
[01:51.989] | I' ve got Gucci' s on my feet |
[01:53.299] | Diamonds on my neck |
[01:54.590] | Diamonds on my wrist |
[01:55.590] | Bitches on my dick |
[01:56.549] | But y' all already said that |
[01:58.39] | Choppers in the trunk |
[01:59.229] | Models in the front |
[02:00.590] | Bottles in the club |
[02:01.539] | But I don' t give a fuck |
[02:02.799] | But y' all already said that |
[02:04.169] | Cause sometimes I feel like it' s so hard |
[02:07.399] | For me to come up with shitty to say |
[02:10.669] | I' m at a loss for words ' cause y' all already said it all |
[02:13.730] | I think I' m runnin' out of cliches |
[02:16.49] | Psyche! |
[02:16.299] | I' m gettin' writer' s block |
[02:17.289] | When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it |
[02:20.200] | Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built |
[02:21.799] | Floatin' on the same water Moses split |
[02:24.109] | Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill |
[02:27.920] | Aren' t you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet! |
[02:31.670] | Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid |
[02:36.399] | You dudes is too excited |
[02:37.599] | You a dude that' d try to sue a dude that' s suicidal |
[02:41.299] | You will just be another victim |
[02:42.739] | I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie, I' m a little twisted |
[02:45.359] | I roll like the end credits in movies, y' all just got scripted |
[02:47.349] | Got y' all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one when she witcha |
[02:49.920] | When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin' |
[02:51.670] | Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper |
[02:54.299] | I' m a sperate with a purpose, havin' problems? |
[02:56.179] | Not a problem I' ve encountered |
[02:57.499] | I have found elephants, lions, clowns |
[02:59.599] | Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus |
[03:02.39] | At the fire round the circle' s right in front of them, fire rounds |
[03:05.730] | Pun intended, gun extended, what are you mark' s askin'? |
[03:08.670] | Car' s Aston, started as a hardtop and I saw past it |
[03:11.920] | Since I decided to start Class diss |
[03:13.599] | All black, all glass, panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent |
[03:17.729] | I authorize my own allaccess |
[03:19.929] | Your bitch a whore, I' m a catch, she ballcatchin' |
[03:23.349] | Her jaw' s been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan |
[03:27.170] | Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam |
[03:30.49] | Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it |
[03:32.729] | My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes |
[03:34.729] | And they tryna mail ' em to me, tryna reach my phone |
[03:37.920] | I don' t know which one is harder |
[03:39.229] | Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own |
[03:42.299] | I got Gucci' s on my feet |
[03:43.249] | Diamonds on my neck |
[03:44.679] | Diamonds on my wrist |
[03:45.899] | Bitches on my dick |
[03:46.679] | But y' all already said that |
[03:47.929] | Choppers in the trunk |
[03:49.239] | Models in the front |
[03:51.179] | But I don' t give a fuck |
[03:51.299] | Bottles in the club |
[03:52.749] | But y' all already said that |
[03:54.249] | Cause sometimes I feel like it' s so hard |
[03:57.499] | For me to come up with shitty to say |
[04:00.679] | I' m at a loss for words ' cause y' all already said it all |
[04:03.619] | I think I' m runnin' out of cliches |
[04:05.559] | I' m gettin' writer' s block |
[04:06.619] | Psyche! |
[04:08.119] | Man, get the bozac |
[04:10.59] | We need to start bringin' that shit back |
[04:13.369] | Man, fuck it, I' m ' bout to catch some wreck in effect, |
[04:18.739] | Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real |
[04:21.899] | On the strength, no diggity |
[04:25.620] | I' m ' bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on |
[04:29.739] | Haters get the gasface! |