Artist: Royce Da 5'9" f/ Ashley Sorrell Album: Book of Ryan Song: Stay Woke Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, now you see what the Lord doin Rippin pages out the book, I had to make the story fluent Thanks to Marshall I'm sober doin what I enjoy doin I'm puttin Chavis Chandler on, had to at least pay it forward to him Yeah, every other day another star is born And that's to freshen the decayin of the art form Fuck with my commas, shit will be quick Got what's in my pocket out of the dirt, filthy rich I stuck to my promise to momma, stay focused Double entendre, I'm tryna vocally smoke you, you will be missed/mist The hocus, the pocus, magician doin tricks in his miserable business who spit, loyalty, forgiveness through biblical scripts of morals and wisdom, paintin pictures of this historical war of attrition who's just - the dopest, the wokest I'm five years sober Trauma from my childhood constantly haunts me 'til I finally cry tears over Sharp as a gauntlet with thoughts of my side-chick in high heels cause I didn't want her I needed her, though I didn't want her I'm hot as July, no lie, I wouldn't lie in a sauna Invest in the truth, don't expect me to buy into moments They done took the charts over so now y'all scared of them shook niggaz? Jamal Crawford couldn't cross-over sell me them +Wolf+ tickets Uh, "Best Rapper Alive" broadcastin in five (Four, three, two, one) I'm fly as a dive in the sky in a harness Anyone alive sleepin on me can die in pajamas Police call me a threat to society, though I am a promise I am a 1-of-1 like I'd say a Isiah Thomas You can't fathom thinkin deep enough to sink the abyss You think you 'Pac, I'm thinkin of sinkin your Demetrius Shipp Only thing that I can't fathom is why the preacher is rich How to thinkin in moderation and turn a drink to a sip I'm private when I fly, I ball out like 'Bron do You in the game but you sit and coach like Tyronn Lue Me and my soldiers we just out here mobbin like old Italians Snatchin your homie's necklace to rock it with yo' medallion Over these groceries, I'm toe-to-toe with your whole battalion I hit you with +4+ from this +.44+ like Hova album I take lives like banned contracepts All the contraband I collect is Iran contra-esque Respect the mantra or die at the hands of consciousness Run up and get left ran down to death on your damn conscious steps The booze already made me lose, I can't go out like I'm Amy Winehouse The Lord graciously still kept me here in a place to be On the corner like baby Blue standin in time-out Looking real spiritually aware, pair of Pumas on Looking like I'm aboard a Lear, headed to uniform I'm so lyrically rare, I spear-headed the unicorn [Ashley Sorrell] I was born a bold one, sugar-coated on The way I'm livin put me in a great position now Every time they hear me, they say "Ain't nobody did this, nah" And if they don't they shit been off - just listen to the diction in this lyricism I won't break a fool, they don't want me to blow But every single show, they hand out like I owe 'em I already paid my dues and wordings, uh But if I said that then they still won't know, so I won't waste my time on you Speakin on the level that you're never on, the way they hatin's so incredible My writings on the wall, to you it's so illegible I'm invincible, you're sleepin on me, I'ma stay woke Yeah yeah yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah