Highs and Lows

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] Hey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin' (These are my highs and lows) You've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation (No matter where we go) If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin' But we ain't sang you a lullaby (I got no love in my heart for the other side) B-b-bye, bye, bye [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] The streets said I'm either supposed to be in jail or dead My uncle told me before he died to watch for these whores Before I wake up in the bed in the morn' Next to a horse head, prolly why I'm war-bred Prolly why my self-portrait, should be a Porsche with bald tires And poor tread, to symbolize my upward swim, uh! Nigga, we ain't go to no NBA All we know's to sweep rappers up to K Lookin' like, I'm tryna rake leaves on a windy day So leave me out of your kind of war, be hysterics When's the last time you seen a carnivore eat a carrot? When's the last rhyme you heard that had you trying to find your words? [Verse 2: MF DOOM] Such absurd verbs do not disturb blurbs Slid to the curb, he's not the first herb written on a mirror Blurred rap guys is buyin' by like flies on a turd Preemo and Royce surprise 'em, eye-to-eye 'em, they scurred Slur intended, demented, got some nerve Got no patience and a little perturbed, you heard? Guessin' wit' more questions than answers Why they started rhymin'? Should've just remained dancers It's better odds than countin' cards at the Luxor… Carbon fiber, black mask, askin' what the fuck tux for Deluxe war, to whom it may concern It's too late to burn, DOOM, you wait your turn [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] Hey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin' (These are my highs and lows) You've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation (No matter where we go) If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin' But we ain't sang you a lullaby (I got no love in my heart for the other side) B-b-bye, bye, bye [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] I remember bein' broke, playin' Little Brother out my mother whip Now I got some shit look like the mothership Now my little brother got my other whip Havin' to return it back to me… Is exactly what he think the meanin' of struggle is People compliment my grind, they wonder how I stay this clean Comin' from Michigan, you don't seem to age That's cause I don't whine about the state of things Hatin' on others'll get you old quick So I just salute and let my flow switch Takin' my shit to the highest of levels Combinin' everythin' that I have developed since '99 My style just seems to get better and better and better Hoppin' out the custom Corvette The same hustle, ready for whatever Not a mushroom, portobella I'm a truth-storyteller, uh, uh, right on [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] Hey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin' (These are my highs and lows) You've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation (No matter where we go) If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin' But we ain't sang you a lullaby (I got no love in my heart for the other side) B-b-bye, bye, bye [Verse 4: MF DOOM] Grab the microphone like he smack a rapper iPhone PRhyme time, time's up, dial tone, smile's on Show your teeth, known by the wild prone All getters, pile on, gone since child grown On the count, check, you'll catch a pound next Stop clownin' around for rec', no disrespect 'tended Said it, I meant it Before it's invented, get it, did it, spent it Keep the change, he needs that receipt, thanks MCs need franks regardless of street rank Their feet stank, we never leave the beat blank [Verse 5: Phonte] Masterpiece theatre, we the no limit think tank Love to hit the club with my nigga cause when we drank He think he a pimp but he can't see that them three skanks look nothing like Selita Ebanks Wake up in the morning like, "Gee, thanks" Tigallo the polymath, Raleigh boy, rap game Rolly Forbes Never with the same sound, crazy like James Brown on Polydor Sniffin' cocaine off of a bodyboard Quick to 86 your top five if he not in yours Why so serious? What y'all melancholy for? Against us you'll never score at all, nope Never headline a tour at all Y'all Flintstone chewables fuckin' with toradols Now who you wanna call? [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] Hey there, music world, you've been keepin' 'em waitin' (These are my highs and lows) You've been deprivin' 'em of the real, been on a vacation (No matter where we go) If you ask me, all around the world, I think they sleepin' But we ain't sang you a lullaby (I got no love in my heart for the other side) B-b-bye, bye, bye [Outro: KXNG CROOKED & Royce Da 5'9"] I rap, I rap, I rap circles around 'em I rap, I, I, I rap, rap circles around 'em I rap, rap, rap, rap circles around 'em This the difference between y'all niggas and real rap I rap circles around 'em PRhyme!