Royce Da 5'9" - Blue Magic (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse] Say a million two times in the mirror Then I appear behind you to remind you with the coupon and two nines The coupon's the real ya In for the sales of the product is narcotics The two nines to k** ya The two mills represents the two deals You don't get it then you will It's over, you n***as over the Dru Hill We in the mili- terra Nickel, I'm still the sheriff I John Doe the flow, I'm from the Dilla era And I'm guilty of pushing the pen and pencil What I'm writing, I should be put in the penitentiary In a sense we push raw, me make blow It's give or take, you give us cake, we take dough And our battling ain't in a n***a make-up It's five G's on your chest like an A-cup A hundred thousand dollar chain like my face up Tell Mistah F.A.B. get his cash when he wakes up Ya n***as sleeping, it's a dead issue If our issue is bread, you got a dead issue And I ain't taking about it cause that's a fed issue Like a vest, write the check or let the lead hit you Ya ain't getting it, I'm going over their heads But I ain't dumbing it down cause I'm getting it Yes, getting it, who you should try to kick it with You ain't inside of my circle, you probably wishing it n***as is eating inside it, it's like Christ-i-mas It ain't no eating outside it, it's not a pic-i-nic On top of cream, my whole team be popping things You n***as got a square circle like the boxing ring And now you ask who the best rapper That's a silly question, you should use the X factor That's like asking Slim Shady who the best cracker The tec clapping out the hollow tip chest crackers Straighten your face up, that ain't a diss I got solaces to feds, that ain't a tip DA wanna indict me Because I came in Gucci mane so icy I got a b**h who will marry who ain't the wifey I'm the franchise boy, I don't own a white tee Purp Label, Prada Hurt me, slay me, nada Multiple threats on my life, I'm still living it I'm still hanging in places you ain't visited I got a b**h I be f**ing that's a contortionist I give her beef, compete, and stick a fork in it Please, I cum on her spine and watch her lick it up Spit it out on the table and then sniff it up Nasty, because she had no daddy Ya n***as put-putting around with no caddie Right now, I'm dead wrong This nine will put your memory on the ground like a headstone Living legend, physical specimen Ghostwriter, like us the invisible session We in the richest white Benz's, see the kicks is Quite tremendous, I call it the Jena 6's Misbehave 'til the beat fades My life's one big party without the DJ