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Artist: Royce Da 5'9" f/ Slaughterhouse
Album:  The Bar Exam 4
Song:   Chopping Block
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Uh, rap niggaz back on the chopping block
Come out that house, back to yo' mom and yo' papa's spot
Back to the county, back to three hots in a hostel cot
Come out them colossal rocks back to yo' Fossil watch
My life is foul, sometimes I wish I could write this down
To keep your wife from screamin out Jesus Christ she can bite the towel
while she receivin pipe from the nicest, my mic is Rikers Isle
My mind deep as minin for diamonds, I raise MacGyver brow
I'm five minutes from perfect timin, I'm like the price is down
A high roller, Cairo'ed like I'm Chyna and Tyga child
Mighta fucked one of you silver medalist's wifey but
I can't fight you cause, you might adjust, my Midas touch
I can't believe I just sat back, and told that lie
I put this Tec back, and give you a gold black eye
Blaow, if I give a nigga a shiner
Consider this shit designer to slaughter militant rhymers
Hold up, my nigga Nottz on the beat
Somethin sneakerheads usually leave in the box on the feet
Hold up, that's right, rappers back on the chopping block
Either fact is a Papa Doc's, back to yo' proper spot
We are not friends, we just connected, dot to dot
Stomp you 'til you feel like you livin in Waka Flocka's sock
I could box, that's why niggaz opt to not
Money wide in my pocket mockin that awesome rock may not
I philosophize, social stylist, them shits so timeless this should be fossilized
Y'all just lie, y'all just falsify, y'all should be ostracized
Y'all should not be allowed to run alongside of my whip with the ostrich eye
Come out your house, without your pride
A coward dies a thousand deaths, tells a thousand lies
You see them lames? Tell 'em that I'm contracted, a killer on a powder high
Game 7, LeBron clappin
I'll have your spinal column out of yo' body right
by you and yo' bodyguard lookin like lasagna and cottage fries
Retire or apologize, or die, you lookin right in the fire
Tryna be hot as me or tryna see eye to eye
Obviously honesty's not your policy

[Joell Ortiz]
I'm two seconds from smackin somebody face hard as hell
... And I know that he listenin
But the way shorty neck is positionin
while she spittin in the hole of my dick, makes that other pussy not worth it
I put my foot in yo' ass with all my old verses
It's like my sole purpose is givin my soul's purpose
I don't start but I'll finish you with a earth nap
E'rybody I turned into ashes believe they earned that
Skip rap, let's talk real people
To this day I die laughin with niggaz who really kill people
Mask, gloves and empties that would conceal diesel
Black snub that empty until they seal-freeze you
... Dice game with the re-up
In lobbies where they never mopped the pee up, turn that M.O.P. up
E'ry night mom's prayin that they ain't moppin me up
I'm up top gettin mop from Mia, mama mia
Now as far as the bars varyin, I'm barbarian
He-Man, Hanna-Barbera action figure
Arms stiffer than Shawn Marion when he ball-carryin
Oh man we in Slaughter mode, Paul Rosenberg, pallbearers and Em
Who'd be left if the social media era died?
Shit, I blew checks before I was verified
I know the Dre that did beef before the Dre that did beats
Bloggers'll beat on my meat if "Detox" leak

[KXNG Crooked]
Rap niggaz back on the chopping block
Kill 'em before they body rot, I'll use they body parts to paint a Basquiat
Really I'm savin you, your label's rapin you
+Transform+ in Ur-anus like an Autobot ass-fuckin a cosmonaut
You prolly like it but keepin it low-key, bottom lock
You hit rock bottom and go get your bottom rocked
I'm just tryna stop you like my father was tryna stop me then his condom popped
Crooked was born to defeat the odds a lot
I really don't understand why these imposters are popular
I'm confused like seein my Jewish homie rockin a swastika
during Hanukkah 'stead of rockin his yarmulke
While Stevie Wonder gawkin at Rihanna's exotic erotic body
through the wrong side of some top dollar binoculars
It's obvious, somebody gotta be mockin us
None given, I'm out of fucks
Uh, I been on another level since I came into the industry
still the illest spittin, gettin rid of powder puffs
You cowards are out of luck, you Howards know how to +Duck+
40-caliber loud as fuck, for now it's tucked
What? Rap niggaz back on the chopping block
Give this bitch the +Biz, Markie+, I beatbox a lot
She just want a confidant, her man want a problem? Stop
His days'll be numbered like a calendar, that's the caveat
Any given Thursday you gon' get with the church play
Holy organs, I mean it in the worst way
With the llama I'm a farmer, I'm outstanding in my field
My skill is a dead giveaway if you will - now that's wordplay
I'm from the era of gang culture and crack smoke
I rap dope cause that was an escape for poor black folk
2Pac told us all America eats is babies
Since I been in a Mercedes my ladies relate to that quote
Upset, veins poppin out of her neck, she give me mad throat
cause she a head doctor minus the lab coat
And when it come to bein an incredible spitter
My nigga I'm Eminem's negative picture, black GOAT
I'm nice cuz

[Joe Budden]
Yeah, rap niggaz back on the chopping block
Same goal when niggaz was bumpin Scott LaRock
Same goal, though niggaz swear you a shockin jock
Screamin "What's poppin now?" Red beam, cockin shots
With that said, no proceedin can be lethal
And it could be on sight before a nigga even see you
That's ride by, dash off and we laugh
I changed up for the +Future+, my +Mask+ was +Off+ in the past
I heard your album, all sound like filler to me
That's why I'm askin how they iller than me?
It's gettin hot, you could feel the degrees, I been as real as could be
Different me, same song, Bryson Tiller agrees
Who you know is an uncharted team parted with lean
and hit parks and bargain a dream and step to the Carter regime?
In wash Carhartt jeans, hard as it seem
Was all part of goin bored to some bars to barking
Beg for your pardoning, your bothersome bar schemes
Matter fact, who the FUCK you know is harder than him?
Say the gang broke up, well shit it wasn't the gang
Fuck a verse, when it's family it just run in your veins
Joey

[Outro: Joe Budden]
It go! Nickel!
Happy to be back, guys
Crook, Joell, haha