Royce Da 5'9" - Rap's Finest lyrics

[Intro: DJ Young Mase] I go by the name of DJ Young Mase! Live from St. Andrews n***as! All the way from 7 Mile and Stout Bizarre~! [Verse 1:Bizarre] Yeah, yeah, yeah, uhhhh Bam-bam-boom-bip, we turn up the psycho Friday the 13th, n***a I'm Michael Bad man, Boogeyman, whatever you wanna call me ho Westside Detroit, that's Bizarre's barrio You a sorry ho, I'll pull that tool I'll act a fool n***a, smoke like some cools I catch a lot of cases, smack a lot of faces Rap 101 n***a it's back to the basics Stuck in the zone, blowin microphones Wild the f** out n***a, leave me alone! Dope fiend, hydro, codeine, mescalines Bloody murder scene, Bizarre k** a teen Get back, get smacked, I'll blast a four f** the chit-chat, the impact'll blast your door I'm so hardcore, but so wild Black labrador, Mr. Grey Child! [Interlude: DJ Young Mase] Ladies and gentlemen! Live from Runyon Ave.! One-fourth of D12! Eastside's finest! The Derelict, Kuniva~! [Verse 2: Kuniva] Uhh, what up? Yo, straight out yo' mammy throat A derelict, watch it or get your granny smoked Sawed-off shotty under my nanny coat I'm C-Murder in his prime in the Cali yo Cruisin the streets, who want a piece of this cold calico? Up in Jackson relaxin, third tier action Give a n***a face a slashin at my court case laughin Pants saggin, pistol brandishin, blast it, vanishin Drastic, ambulance pullin up, casket managin Now you stiff like a plastic mannequin We about that, pull a gat right where your mouth at and you panickin Angrier than young Anakin I throw bullets like a flag challengin a play, hollows hit his abdomen 'niva's a beast, stalkin the east, packin a piece Nobody dies, I wanna get it crackin at least We can fight, I do scrappin with ease So watch your tone when you 'round here askin for me Get off my dick b**h! [Interlude: DJ Young Mase] Ladies and gentlemen, we still goin strong! Back to 7 Mile's finest My n***a, Seven the General~! [Verse 3: Seven the General] Sir yes sir Yadada-mean, amphetamines and Vicodins I'm nitrogen, 7 Mile's fist-fightingest I'm lightin this b**h up, Bizarre said "Get 'em dawg" So I'm gon' sic 'em like Vick said "Finish y'all" And I administer pain like a sinister Sick son-of-a-b**h from Israel, I chemist raw Yeah I cook c**aine and such And blow propane, threw out a Dutch, I'm 7 Mile as f** But that's the Westside in me Bag up, buff up yay's and floor Hemi's (Hemi's) Fo'-fo' semi (semi) fo' do' Sentry (Sentry) Grams in a Sinchie, Sandwich bag full of empties (empty) Mashin to N.C. cause my sh** sells (sells) My sh**'s swell so I'm live from the Braile (Braile) When I'm out with D12, 50 pounds in a bail Do a round for the town, 50 rounds and a scale (ay) [Interlude: DJ Young Mase] We not done yet! M.I.C. representer! The King of Detroit! Royce Nickel Nine! Get 'em~! [Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"] The llama kinda scary, comparin it to Suge Before I shoot a n***a have him actin all good You can call me Tyler Perry, the bar you know is raised You can take her cause she faker than your mom on braids Like Stevie I'm blind to the bark and behave You've seen me online drunk with arsenals waved I go off on the brave, the same to the fearful Aim at your head, put your thoughts on a page! Wear a clip, air a clip, you can call me Aerosmith +D MC+'s +Run+ when they +Walk This Way+ {?} M.I.C. n***as, we busy, don't speak to me b**hes is smitten by the written lyrical wizardry Switch the, flow up, so what, I'm tote, uh Ridin with my angel like Lo-la, uh Recognize I'm about to blow up, though I blew Not the fame but the breathalyzer, ah, I'm through (hahaha) [Interlude: DJ Young Mase] Last but not least Representin Brick City All the way from North New Jersey Mr. Funk Doctor Spock Redman~! [Verse 5:Redman] Yeah, yes sir, thank you Bizarre Gilla House n***as! Yo! I'm a mad dog n***a, Cujo So the +Dee+ watch me now like I'm Kool Moe I'm overseas turnin weed into euro Now I'm back to +Draw Four+ like Uno fu*k your girl roll, I never stop gettin it I keep runnin like your toilet need jigglin You're loud but your mouth don't match the dividends Your rock hard flow sound a lil' impotent I only got sixteen, but my sixteen Like sixteen kids shot my six teens Trenchcoat, I empty 'til the clip clean A one-shot like Tyson hit Mitch Green Ask my siblings, I got a problem Your punchlines won't make it out of Round ONE! Birds, love to flaunt all around him You want a bad boy? You found one Get money!