Caterpillar Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

[Intro: Gil Scott-Heron] 

You will not be able to stay home, brotha 

You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out 

You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials 

Because the revolution will not be televised 

[Chorus: King Green] 

This right here for the number one 

Number ones here with your number one 

You ain't number one, just another one 

Now everybody sayin' that they number one 

[Post-Chorus: Royce Da 5'9] 

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing 

Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh) 

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[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9] 

I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak 

If I didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at? 

See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas 

You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas 

You number one when it come to slaughtering mics 

I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life 

Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies 

Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies 

Don't you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading 

My style got so many different facets 

I switch into so many different passions 

I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin' 

My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting 

Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him 

I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their highs 

These rappers only won their matches because they strategize 

I bring Attica to these patterns, and here's my battle cry 

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[Pre-Chorus: Royce Da 5'9] 

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing 

Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh) 

[Chorus: King Green] 

This right here for the number one 

Number ones here with your number one 

You ain't number one, just another one 

Now everybody sayin' that they number one 

Kid think your number won't quit 

Number one song, get your number one chick 

Number one fly with your number one kick 

When it's all done then your number gon' switch 

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9] 

Hold up, wait a minute 

Guess what I'ma never do? Show so much respect to you 

That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors 

That could be the death of you 

Never let someone who's not as smart as you 

Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never knew 

Always stay professional, you always gon' make revenue 

Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you 

It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two 

I do what I wanna do, they do what I let them do 

Everything these niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie 

It's nothing I can say to you that is realer 

Remember when you praisin' the butterfly 

Don't you ever disrespect the fuckin' caterpillar 

[Chorus: King Green] 

This right here for the number one 

Number ones here with your number one 

You ain't number one, just another one 

Now everybody sayin' that they number one 

Kid think your number won't quit 

Number one song, get your number one chick 

Number one fly with your number one kick 

When it's all done then your number gon' switch 

[Verse 3: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9] 

You're looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar 

Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until, uh 

Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill 

A savage still, the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla 

You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin' 

Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half 

And then had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin 

After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again 

Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot 

You copy me, but you're not 

You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths 

I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off 

So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall 

Set the sprinklers off like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah 

'Till the shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling 

Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft 

Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk 

And the language I speak is my mind 

Kingpin and Penguin combined 

Spit like it's King of the Dot 

A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish apart 

The frauds from the cream of the crop 

(Wait a minute) Hold up like a flashcard 

Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage? 

It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler 

My dad is your grandfather, I'll have to re-hatch on you 

Come back as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat a 

Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it 

Smash it and stand on it, dammit, I can't stop it 

The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch 

It's a manslaughter 

Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods 

In fact you're exact opposites, you make a wack song 

And can't hold a candle but even Daniel-son whacks off 

You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job 

The boom bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap 

Lumberjack with a hacksaw 

Number one, but my pencils are number twos 

'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym 

On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce 

And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements 

These beats are like my saloons 

'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em 

And I don't need Metamucil to loosen 'em 

Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem 

I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon 

Then I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb 

Then I'm flushin' you!