Royce Da 5'9" - Homage to Premier lyrics

{"Sound without focus, is just.. noise"} [Hook: DJ scratches] "And-and-and let's start it like this son" "If you don't like my lyrics you could press fast forward" "It's all good!" "If this was d** I'd make a million" "Focused man, my money on my mind" "Wait, I had to let it marinate" "What the fu*k!" "If you don't like my lyrics you could press fast forward" "Turn-turn my, turn my headphones up" "I'm blowin up like you thought I would" [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Nickel, what up Focus...? Yeah, uh-huh, yea yea yea It's the ten rap commandments, number one just be an ill n***a You will lose, you try to race this like Hilfiger I'm so ghetto with the fo' metal Show nuff blowin' up on challengers like the '84 shuttle f** the count n***a, Preem like a triple beam Sicker than sickle cell or picture listenin to sickle sing Kick in the door wavin the fo', clad in navy velour Wax n***as fast like shavin below A gangsta n***a, I'm fly, I'm a sight I was dope before Escobar told me what Nas is like When I spit the gasoline see the fire fly There'll be nothin after Preem, this is me and my homage Like I rely on Raj, I lean on what's happenin' Got the "Hey HEY hey!" like Dwayne, I'm stuck trappin I've gone sick like the song "DWYCK" Any n***a feelin big all you gon' get, is a long kiss Preem [Hook] [Verse 2:Phonte] Uh, right here is where the verses start Dedicated to that cla**ic New York sound and it really hurts my heart To see the people can't, recognize the Works of Mart And how they truly was a work of art I understand we ain't back in the old days But youngens be lookin at my n***a Preem funny like he one of the O'Jays No sense of history; see Chris Martin in the credits They be thankin it's the n***a from Coldplay So I gotta school 'em and remind these toddlers That hip-hop started in the days of yonder Any fool with a S-line 50 can make beats But this man took it and redefined a genre Who else could make the Group Home sound like pros Then make Christina Aguilera sound like soul? This is my homage and I gotcho' head bobbin And noddin, so we gon' bring the scratch collage in Like this! Phontigga, uh [Hook] [Verse 3: Stat Quo] Stat Quo n***a, HEY! Primo, whaddup man? Take y'all a trip down memory lane Hehe, you did that too Step in my arena, but make it known friend or foe Recognize, I gave you power with this undeniable flow I'm invincible, live by the code of the streets My game plan simple, no surrender, no retreat Salute the trill, cause none of y'all betta Stay disciplined on the front line and together - Now Stay tuned for the moment of truth s**as gotta come clean when Stat in the booth It's mostly tha voice, that's why I got ma** appeal A black cowboy, too deep me and the steel Say your prayers muh'f**er 'fore you outta here Just to get a rep I'll end your career (okay) Been a long time comin', blood, sweat, and tears I'm royalty, cla**ic like a beat from Premier The public lovesick from real hip-hop and sh** Here today, gone tomorrow, I refuse to quit It's Stat Quo... and Primo YEAH!! [Hook]