Switch - Royce 5'9, Cut Throat, Rell

Yeah.

nigga pick up yo', hands and pretend

just like if it’s a, show — the lyrical cut throat

He can and we will show, you BRRTTT, stick up yo'

man with his pis-tol, hand over his

Lo and behold, plenty soldiers is rollin

The road that they own is the one where they go When they gets me the pinnacle of the nigga

hold-in the pencil, any flow, nigga pick one

I treat my rhyme like heat my mind

Might be like keen-eye sight

I treat y’all like «Three Blind Mice»

You can’t hit what you can’t see, the M.I.C.

This is the shit that you wish you could spit

when you sit and you listen to the clique that is swift with the written

The poetry depicted officially blowin you little niggaz away

Bout to switch up the flow, soon as you hear me say

Make, that flow;

switch, that flow

Get, different when you hear me say

Make, It Count;

step, yo’game up When you hear me say

Make, that flow;

switch, that flow

Get, different when you hear me say

.

get wild (whyllllle out!) Whyle out

Long as I’m breathin I’m street bitch

Cut Throat ain’t changin but the flow might switch

… A whole Army with shit

That’ll hit you in under five minutes, barkin bitch

Starvin pitt, to the point of do or die

Whether CRACK-in around or the MAC by my side

… Money to burn, hustle to earn

Bullets return, shots from the curb, dodgin a drought

Makin It Count, slang in the South, bang out a house

Coke by the ounce, weighin it out, that’s what I’m 'bout nigga

… The call done, hit me The law come, quickly;

nerves in a, frenzy

Flush the work, quickly;

room drawers, empty

Two heaters, with me;

three flow;

sickly

Let it touch your brain, what I brung was flame

Plus my whole gang doin the same thang

Take it and keep movin, homies is straight cruisin

Quick with the waist movement, go get your eight losers

How you take amusement, never fake I shoot it

A.K.

or Ruger, we heavy with them uzi’s

Face the facts, y’all spittin basement raps

I’m on wax with some dangerous cats with a guage attached

The rifle the brace attached to the bat

I pull it back and squeeze until it claps

Amazin vision, I gaze at the days I’m livin

the fast life with a rave of women

Today is givin, I wake without a stay in prison

And I hang with gangsta niggaz — muh’fucker!

Always on deck, what you expect

Mic is a way of life, he leadin the set

Now, June’s up in this muh’fucker

And I want all y’all to know (all y’all)

You can go any time, so why waste time?

As I get right to my flow, y’all don’t hear me though

Why play yourself?

(why?) Why risk your health?

(why?)

Why waste my time?

(why?) Learn how to rhyme (uhh)

Get you some game (uhh) get you a name

Gotta not be lame, y’all sound the same, yeah

They back’s against the wall now (now)

I’m came with some bangers who came for the get-down

My style, can’t take what you can spread 'round

I’m multiple figures in riches, so what now?

(nigga)