Artist: Royce Da 5'9"
Album:  Tabernacle: Trust the Shooter
Song:   Which Is Cool
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I guess I'm not typical which is cool
I guess I'm not hip as you which is cool
I guess I'm not into the shit you into which is cool
Nigga you's a bitch and your bitch a dude, which is cool
Uhh, I look around and all I see is fools
Some of y'all got street cred, some of y'all got pre-approved
Some of y'all got red carpet rolled out for y'all quick as you
Drop, went right from a Honda to a box 62
They dance and they ballin and zonin like they Victor Cruz
Labels only care about hits and views, which is cool
Not only am I the +Alchemist+, I'm the +Evidence+
The wicked witch is cool
The cause of her demise reminds me of this jet I'm in, a flyin residence
If you don't write your own rhymes get offended, this is for you and you
Listen fool - no more bars for you, you can't raise the bar
You ain't in the building, matter of fact you can't even lift a STOOL!
Cool? That liquor disappear from my system like skippin school
Me and these niggaz live by the same don'ts but different do's
To get they name out they willin to get the lube!
That Balmain fit me like my +Religion True+
Call my assistant, tell him I'm slippin, I'm spittin jewels
Somebody come out and get them like them Memphis dudes
We independent, while y'all flash bitches, we in the trenches
Ball sack lickin addiction, y'all need interventions
The gas pedal mashin the carpet in them SL Benzes
That dash retarded like the Special Olympics
The needle leanin past the finish line like Lance Armstrong
I'm exotic smellin like your baby momma vagina, bon fire island
A Creed Avensis, I'm not a killer
I'm just stricken with a sickness called homicidal-itis
Flat screen surrounds me and my W.C.W. in my whip
so she can read her Twitter mentions in three dimensions
Huh, it's no such thing as flossin if you ain't never seen the dentist
But, some of y'all need to take them gold slugs out of yo' face
Load 'em in the pistol and shoot 'em the fuck into outer space
Maybe I ain't rich as you, which is cool
Maybe I ain't weird as you, which is cool
Maybe it ain't a style to be lyrical

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I don't give a motherfuck, I just get your mother touched
I pick my own date, pay my way, call that double dutch
I grip the ass, I dump the tip, call that shit the double clutch
Wax on, wax off, clean that ugly stubble up
Bonsai, truth is gonna un-lie at sunrise
Your makeup's runnin, Uber's gonna catch you when he comes by
Boys are entertainment
I understand you like the bitch, but you're pretty famous
You sweat her/sweater like the one Cosby wore at his arraignment
Uh, I stay patient, pray gracious
Made milli's while billi' racin, now they wanna trade places
as my ceiling raises, my prime lays dormant
They computerized, not I, see I'm straight torrent
I clock in, write it with my pen, out my acorn
And I clock out, and leave a black cloud on all eight corners
Started with us to hear the +Pop+ loud
Robin Harris, "House Party"
I bet y'all acquit it like a child-killin cop trial
All you see on the ground is some empty rock vials
Like Tommy Lee and Pam Anderson
I'm in the Trump Tower with this hair/here piece, manners here
Magnum condom fit, like Juelz Santana, bandanna gear
I used to need anti-freeze
She about to need anti-frizz, anti-frizz
I'm 'Pac and I'm Nas when I famed danced to anti +Big+
I'm not a star hoe, I'm on Uranus on a panty binge
Far as are as y'all aside from flamin all of y'all
I feel like I fathered all your bars, like I came up in your granny crib
+The Most Interesting Man+ on the goddamn planet
Beef is havin a nigga bitch fix me some goddamn salmon
Beef is tryin a nigga clothes on when he ain't home
Beef is your wife when your kids at school textin me "They gone"
I just took a dip in your swimming pool, which is cool
I think you need to find some more comfortable slipper shoes
Which is cool