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Let The Beat Build Freestyle Lyrics - The Bar Exam 2 - Royce Da 5'9

Mob affiliated baby, like I'm a Gotti 

Llama by me, I rhyme like I'm some kind of kamikaze 

I'm the head of this rap shit 

I got a lot of back like Buffie 

Trust me, plus, I'm The Body 

I'm the God 

You Superman than I'm the czar 

I don't rap, I commit lyrical homicide 

Make niggas feel like they on the set of Amistad 

I got it locked 

You at a funeral if I'm a cry 

You wanna see some real shit? 

Look at me around the eyes 

I'll turn your previous status into a now demise 

Whoever sleepin' on Nickle 

I spit formaldehyde 

Write your whole album high 

Or drunk, it's what I advertise 

They say I ain't blew up 

Because of sabotage 

And that I put too much time into eatin' rapper guys 

I'm still hungry 

These niggas ain't even appetizers 

After I'm finished eatin' them, I have an after artist 

I have to call you retarded 

You think you half the artist 

I am 

I ain't 

Lyin' 

Tryin' 

Buy him? 

C'mon my nigga 

He's the seller 

If he gets any flier he's gonna need propellers 

This rap shit is his house 

In fact he's the cellar 

The underground is his sanctum boy 

He's a dweller 

He only go up them stairs when it's time to eat 

Niggas go mute whenever it's his time to speak 

You wanna locate my mind 

Look in the lost and found 

And happy Bar Exam 2, it's the thought that counts 

I call these rap niggas crunk cause they talk and bounce 

That money stay on my mind, like my thoughts can count 

Ill, he's ill, he's still sick 

Me and Shady patched it up we about to rebuild bitch 

Detroit about to rebuild bitch 

Proof, Dilla, Blade 

Aye 

C'mon man I does this 

Toss dirt on the mud slingers 

Sleep in a dug ditch 

I'm a motherfuckerin' walkin' Christmas 

The evidence is Royce 

You don't bet against The Presence/present in Detroit 

But you can't put me in a box 

Cause you gonna need a bigger bow 

I'm a huge gift 

I got the game in a figure four 

I'm made so I shoot ya 

Cause money beat cases 

Detroit stand up, let's make way for the future 

 

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