Artist: Royce Da 5'9" Album: Layers Song: Off Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm signing off on this On the same note as the ones the treasury prints with every intent to see niggaz dyin off of it I signed at Sony a couple years after the NBA signed Kobe And he 'bout to retire, so if anybody see Don Ienner Make sure you tell him I ain't lost it yet Somebody tell Tom Silverman hi for me, look in the sky, there's a fly sorcerer eye-ballin me from of a flyin saucer And my mind is like a full clip And my competitions' magazines are runnin low like the Source and Vibe offices Since '99 hip-hop been like my orphanage Got dropped a lot, but every time I signed I got a million A&R's and exec's was tellin me that I'm not appealin Tried to turn me into Nas, I'm not him but I forgive you, this is a Bob Marley, Bob Dylan spiritual vibe that I'm feelin These scars are time healin, clearly you lost You tried to put me in a box How dare you try to minimize a lyrical god? I'll Godzilla these walls - my +PRhyme+'s no time near I'll improvise 'til my ceilings get Wizard of Oz I'm the illest alive I'm the rose that rose from the concrete with the thorn And when I'm gone I shall live in a vase Me and Porter just handlin business Boy we came a long way from blastin cannons and havin to throw 'em in trash cans dismantlin shipments I had the manager shift at my day job too, I laid down rules No gas station past 8 Mile past eight or late drive-thrus Maxell tape, you play the whole B side You flip it over and hear the whole A side too Now we got iCloud and FaceTime basically to knock down the grapevine, make way as the chaos ensues Niggaz safe and ratchets callin themselves bosses but they not They David Hasselhoff and they "Baywatch" But I'm cool, nowadays my life be lavish Who I'm out with tonight, it might be a model or might be an actress She might be a ballerina, she might do plays, she might just like theatrics She might be famous, I must just pipe her for braggin rights She might get mad at the paparazzi for flashin cameras at her as she covers her face with her arm as if she's dabbin She might be draggin me to some ol' uptight fashion show somewhere where people like Madonna and Bono go I might take one look up and down at the clothes and say, "Hell naw, it's time to go, c'mon it's time to go" I might fuck her on the kitchen table at her crib in the Hamptons I might lay her down gently, I might slam her I might even fuck around and yell "Domino" My soul just sound off like you got a pair I'm a real nigga, I done lost a lot of friends over the years I've been losin a lot of hair Been told that I'm out my mind But if you only knew what was inside it you too would choose to stay outta there I take my hats off to the addicts goin through somethin tragic in their lives, shit even I backed off the madness I had to take some time in rap off to realize Now how do I stop being underrated? How do I get props like, let's say a Drake? But I rap with the skill set of, let's say a Black Thought or Elhzi If Jay Elec' can bag a Rothschild without an album then I can come back to rap after doin some jail time No one cares about sales now They care about Facebook status, it's all about gadgets and gettin fatter than hell and consumin shit like them Patti LaBelle pies Like lunatics; speakin of, I knew this chick who used to just be happy to make it out the hood to see me Then she got on some fuckin Truman shit She started askin me to do shit... {*vocals fade out before the music slows to a stop*}