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Artist: Royce Da 5'9" f/ Assassin, Black Thought
Album:  Tabernacle: Trust the Shooter
Song:   Rap on Steroids
Typed by: 

{"Jahlil beats, holla at me!"}

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Philadelphia meet Detroit, time to shut your mouth (where your money at?)
Now it's time to show these motherfuckers what the fuss about (time to go!)
What you dealin with lyrically a couple lyricists who don't miss (swish!)
Niggaz askin when Black and Nickle get together for an album, what you gon' get?
You gon' get rap on steroids (uh) rap on steroids
Nigga that silencer's on the nozzle, you won't feel the clap, you'll only hear noise
Y'all got these hoes pegged so wrong while you hotel checkin
I gotta pay these hoes just to keep their clothes on like I'm Odell Beckham
I'm flyer than a hat on Elroy, I just took it back to the Jetsons
I'm with the +Statik+ like I got a Crooked I near an open exit with a bad connection
Cause no matter where you go you fucked if this rubber grip roll back in your direction
What you lookin at? That's for your protection
This is that rap on steroids, nigga that rap on steroids
I just spit more clairvoyant raps than it take to make you half paranoid (brrrt!)
Clap a gun at any day or night, stand over his body then pray to Christ
Like, "You gave me life so I'ma throw you back one, dear Lord!" (ahh!)
I'ma throw back one like Fab on the 'gram
Garage look like it's sponsored by Hasbro, got the whole ave goin HAM
Y'all don't know with what y'all are dealin - I'm on every block, my team bigger
Cause I rap, anything I want I got, the only thing I don't got is feelings
Nigga my mind's so clear it feels like every thought is Visine driven
No I'm not a lean drinker but over that +Fetty WAP+, I lean niggaz
This is that

[Chorus: Assassin]
Rap on steroids, rap on steroids
Rap on steroids, rap on steroids

[Black Thought]
Y'all ran into me on a wrong day, fuck strong Jay, dude gon' say
Just bear arms, you in harm's way, you hear alarms you in Bombay
No Baghdad, get the gas mask, run break, do a mad dash
to that gun safe, you un-safe, in the right place to get blast at
And that's anybody, I stay on that anabolic
I'm far from anatomically correct, hoes call me that anaconda
Roll a sack of that Santa Barbara, lead poisonin in the damn water
Flint, Detroit, Ann Arbor, Philadelphia and Harlem
Roid rage y'all damn problem, cemetery too damn crowded
I'ma go get the jackhammer, go bury a body, don't worry about it
E'rybody know e'rybody, I'll be damned they don't hear about it
Thought trifle the assault rifle, got a twin brother like Irv Gotti
I'm vert', probably back on steroids, kinda like crack on steroids
Lou Ferrigno, super negro, I'm gon' and pack your steroids
Nigga my memoir's Renoir's, everything I do is fine art
Puttin rappers in that pine box, when the Black and Nickel Nine spark
It's a problem, all stemmin from them steroids probably
Got them comin back to Philly like it's heroin callin
American horror, this that Smith & Wesson revolver
And if, life's a bitch we gon' Rohypnol her
They call it


[Royce]  Detroit we rappin on
[Assass] Steroids! Boy
[Royce]  Philly we rappin on
[Assass] Steroids! Yeah
	 All the rap is on steroids, boy
	 Say we rappin on steroids, yeah
[Crook]  Nickle I'm rappin on
[Assass] Steroids, boy
[Black]  Pesado rappin on
[Assass] Steroids, yeah
	 All the rap is on steroids, boy
	 Said we rappin on steroids, yeah
	 I dun say rapper, say the rap is on steroids
	 Nuff a them a chat and them a make bare noise
	 You don't wanna violate and make the K rise, ay!
	 Them a say the rap is on steroids, ahhh!
[Crook]  Nickle I'm rappin on
[Assass] Steroids! Boy
[Eminem] Shady! I'm rappin on
[Assass] Steroids!