Royce Da 5'9" - The Imperial lyrics

[Produced by Statik Selektah] [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Yo it's the rap Scott Disick Come through the f**in' block with some hot lizards Blowin' loud in the blizzard Put 6 digits on the Wizards, sh**, just don't tell my misses Damn, she throw the dice with a red glove Spread love, spread legs from the bed to the tub Floor to the closet Real s** on the Panasonic I'm gettin' head in the pool, b**h b**h, I'm just better than you Yeah, around the world like 4 times All because a mothaf**a spit raw rhymes Yeah, more lines, more lines sh**, feed 'em more lines and more lines I won't dumb it down for morons It's like shootin' big game with a small 9 [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Bottom line of sellin' these pebbles Get away with your life earnin's while I'm tryna dodge these devils The whole squad Gucci, Jordans, but chances are You in LV if you runnin' with these rebels I'm sellin' wrapped up, capped up vials of crack Every syllable and vowel is a fact, I throw stacks The chick ridin' with me, she polished, she a dime She stylish, check her HOEFAX, her mileage is back, she solid The Desert Eagle here to better the people Sellin' perico like there is no I or L in illegal I hire felons, to sew up the streets, while I let you believe That it's better to be you, baby, I call that threadin' the needle You know me, it ain't nothin' corny in the wardrobe I'm low key, even more so than Thor's bro Impeccable ear, I take Braille, make it Morse Code Then peddle it like I'm tryna make the course go [Verse 3: Black Thought] And you say New York City My cheapest t-shirts cost me $450 Listen for me, the call of the wild is "Go Philly!" It's shorties in the front row flashin' both titties The texture of my voice is coarse, it's so gritty That I could make the people revolt with no Diddy I used to kick it with Hex Murda, Frank Nitty In the D where he would bring J. Dilla and Dank with him Riq Gees for mayor, a franchise player Yeah, you might say I'm in the book of Isaiah The highway is when it's my way Yeah I'ma put a polka dot on your dome, and Kwamé yah This is the big payoff, soliloquy of Chaos Another rapper gon' get rocked like Amadeus Defeat'll make a n***a get ghost like a seance It's triple entendre, three stacks of, hey ya I plan to keep a band like Fela Until when my career's over like A.I It's me and the Muhammads, Ali's, bay'ah That never played the porch or asked for mother, may I Listen, my callin' card ball hard like armadillos Rappers too thin to win, like cigarillos Shakin' their hair back and forth like Willow But need to save the soft a** talkin' for the pillows I had a issue with a hater, now it's kinda squashed Like a slug below the soles of the St. Laurents My response, a steppin' razor like I'm Father Tosh Exotic fabrics on my blazer like the Maharaja Sick whips in my garage, roll with no entourage But I roll with heat like I'm Dwayne Wade, Lebron and Bosh I keep the paper stacked in layers like baklavas Even though they give us ours free, like the Amistad I know I'm sort of pompous, no type of moral compa** Go right the f** up in your mouth like I'm the orthodontist Some rappers just startin' out, but me, I'm more accomplished The imperial Black Thought from The Foreign Objects I created a movement not just related to music They keep askin' me what's my take on the state of the union All these haters is human, but I'm a different breed They be crazy cartoonish, but I'm in a different league k**er colloquium, kush rolled with opium Makin' my a**ociates act so inappropriate I got weapons manufactured in the Soviet Now I'm like Future on that "I just won a trophy" sh** Ayo the, the, the boss is back Take that, and while you're at it, make my coffee black I tried to tell you mothaf**as on Respond/React I'm the nastiest to do it, as a matter of fact Yo who your top 5? Jay, Biggie, Pac, Nas I ain't tryna hear another name if it's not mine Any side talkin', I'ma consider it shots fired At the outlier, and start it up like a hotwire