Malcom X Lyrics - Build And Destroy: The Lost Sessions Part 1 (single) - Royce Da 5'9

[Royce talking]yo, yo, this is a J-dogg exclusive 

D-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?) 

Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz 

for lettin' that line leak out the radio, 

it was a long story how it happened 

D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too 

Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all 

'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from here on 'n 

My new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo' 

Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna 

kill me (*gun shooting sounds*) 

I'm Malcolm X now haha, we gon' see who goin, 

I ain't goin nowhere motherfucker 

We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH) 

Haha, yeah, there's only one problem 

Everytime you motherfuckers breathe on the mic 

It's a motherfuckin' lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*) 

We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x) 

Y'all niggaz sound like y'all write y'all rhymes with 

motherfuckin' crayons, BITCHES 

[Royce Da 5'9"]Yeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch 

up out the game (bitch) 

Who must I smack for sayin my name? 

Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOU 

You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoes 

Niggaz quick to talk all hood 'til I pop up 

Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up 

I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me 

I only recognize the top of your hats 

And I don't like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough 

He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck! 

I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up 

Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up 

You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch 

And be a good little hype man, or your lease is up 

Since Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as much 

That's good, cause you got a grill like a fuckin truck! 

DAMN HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up 

Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK 

You speak you late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards 

and get yo' ass whooped by B2K 

I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me 

Like I'm one of his hoes or somethin' 

How 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you, chump 

And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew 

You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck 

You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up 

I've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too much 

You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of that front 

and tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and just 

FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust 

Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porch 

with a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside! 

'Cause he's in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit 

I bet you throw some extra "g's" in it 

Just like a stutterin' fool can't reach intelligence 

He sweats when he raps, 'cause he got a speach impediment 

You, BITCH, Porky's pig and Porky's tomb 

About to dig his own grave with a fork and spoon 

You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty please 

Give it a year, both a y'all be rakin' 50's leaves 

What do I know, that other nigga y'all got in your group 

I don't even know his name, but he can shovel my snow 

You, BITCH, let's face it I gave it to y'all 

My lil' sister got six puppies that's braver than y'all (barking sounds) 

Niggaz is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the quickness 

I'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuit 

Quicker than quick shit, y'all ain't felt the half 

Quicker than Eminem can pinch Elton's ass 

Don't call me, I ain't ready to squash it yet, kiss my ASS 

I don't wanna talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancer 

Y'all throw up your dukes and don't swing like Fred G.? Sanford 

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I be makin' motherfuckers scratch they heads when I rhyme 

Y'all lil' niggaz scratch ya heads then rhyme, go play; 

you lil punk ass niggaz, y'all can scream and yell all you want 

I feel like I'm battlin' Keenan & Kel 

You, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the card to kenell 

Paul better call me, like he called Benzino 

Matter o' fact, I might even do a song with Ray 

Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song again 

We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (4x) 

[Royce talking]I don't even want you lil' punks to think I'm mad 

Y'all lil' niggaz are Ninja Turtles, you're nothing 

Nothin', you not on my level, I will beat yo boss's ass nigga 

Tre Little, bring it on 

[Tre Little]Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just that guy 

I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm ridin' 

FUCK you and your commercial appeal 

I turn yo' head into blue 'n yellow Purple Hills 

I bet you whatever that nobody beats my family 

Eminem, Nelly said that he'll eat you like candy 

What did you do, got on the phone and called him up 

You don't wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to Puff 

You, BITCH, yo' crew some local hoes 

I hit you harder than that white girl that broke your nose 

You and Royce can squash this with one talk 

Step around from your security and talk to that man 

I understand you backin' yo' crew, but this my brother 

Anythin' that happen to him, somethin' gonna happen to you 

And I don't give a fuck for that, nigga, I'll do life 

I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes 

Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problems 

Followed by niggaz who hate fake niggaz and rob 'em 

But you niggaz is WACK; Denaun I'ma stab you 

So many times, I'ma feel bad when you collapse! 

You niggaz is so BITCH you make me sick to my stomach 

Every beat that you ever made sound like it was missin' somethin' 

Timbaland lookin' ass, nigga, my style is realer 

What producer you ever know only good for album filler 

We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN (2x) 

[Royce talking]You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, 

yea we in the streets now too, nigga 

Big Homie's out nigga, what up 

[Tre Little talking]Yea you add water and stir ass 

motherfuckers, what y'all thought 

My brother here ain't have no backbone? 

Nigga, it's on when I see y'all 

Proof what the fuck you thinkin' of nigga, this cash boy 

Need the white boy to get y'all started ass niggaz 

Fuck y'all hoes, I told Royce I ain't like that motherfucka 

Faggots, I smack the shit outta any one o' y'all niggaz 

Sell my bill one nigga 

What the fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch 

Street orientated; y'all motherfuckers hate it 

Learn how to flow stop bein' mad y'all bitches 

Trick, trick, when I catch yo' bitch ass, yea dude 

Asked about cash nigga, you comin' to yo' doom 

You'll end up like click boom, bitch 

Rock City motherfucker, regardless 

Get the point bitch, or get the hollows motherfucker 

It's Cash Flow Bitch 

Big Homie 

[Royce Talkin]Keep it locked to KingRoyce. 

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