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Artist: PRhyme
Album:  PRhyme 2
Song:   1 of the Hardest
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Royce] I swear

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm one of the hardest niggaz that's out here doin this shit right now
I swear I'm one of the hardest niggaz that's out here doin this shit right now

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Swear I'm the truth holmes, I'm that blue chrome coupe with the roof gone
That's two-tone, I'm that dude's own, talkin on two phones
While my new hoes, eat out my palm like, like one of my loot homes
Like all night, I'm the product of Group Home
I'm a +Superstar+ like, "Lupe Fiasco's The Cool", save your theatrics for fools
I'm a alkie trash spazzes, spittin Alcatraz, blastin pistols
Numbin the laughin gas, the niggaz is gassin, to be the best you gotta have the respect
I do the same to you that I do to the alphabet
I put the A, the B, the C-D-E and the F, in the back of a EMS
Before I go back to doin anything in rap for a G unless
I black but niggaz like DMX, don't bark, +It's Dark and Hell is Hot+ like a furnace is
When I was 16 caught the same clap pop taught me 'bout when I was turnin 6
I guess I just wasn't listening
Bet you still couldn't hold a candle to my burning dick
My wife whip like a night stick, life lit like a burning wick
Stay sharper than a icepick, you'll probably have to measure my clip by height and width
Try me then, I will just put the writin on the wall like fuckin hieroglyphs
I'm in the street like tire skids, I admit

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Swear I'm the answer, got angels floatin around my niggaz that's angry loc'in
Like Trigger Tha Gambler, Smoothe Da Hustler, nigga my +Language Broken+
My lyrics is written for like-minded individuals, age appropriate
The cage is open, to all of you animal rappers, I got a old chick
with vintage vagina who look just like Angela Bassett
I got a young cute chick who look just like Dej Loaf and I take 'em both to the Days Inn
I wake up focused, go to sleep with the face of Folgers
Hear with the ears of focus, buggin on these niggaz and then I pray for roaches
I'm Dr. Oz and Dr. Bombay, Ryan's a popular hombre
For those of y'all who play ferocious, I am like Harambe
I'll take your wife and fiancée, I'll take your life and your mom's egg
So I don't pull no muscle flippin nobody off I take advice with my arms raised
I'm the incredible, I got the chart remains of the dead in my cellar spoof
I got celery chart, romaine in my lettuce juice
Got two pistols, I let 'em loose
called Betty Boop and Petty Sue, I leave venom in every booth
I'm reinvented, head on the beach in Venice from a chick from Finland who's Finnish
As soon as she's finished I tell her "You finished!"
Because

[Chorus]

[Royce] I swear

[Outro: DJ Premier scratches]
"Hard, hard"
"Hard, hard"
"Hard, hard"
"Hard"
Motherfuckin hard!
{*cuts-n-scratches*} "Hard"
"Hard, hard"
"Hard"
Motherfuckin hard!
"H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-hard"
"H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-hard as"