[Intro - Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah (M-I-C), yeah, yeah


[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
My arms are heavy, knees weak, palms are sweaty
^!$$%z wanna see me gone already (uh)

From this song on to song, you bout to be swept away
Yesterday is long gone (uh)
I took some time, to redefine my style

I, kept my cool, summers behind the clouds (uh)
You lames can't put me in the same category as a rookie
Nope, my name ain't new

Rappers can't push me, as high as I can
Push myself, you not inspirin (uh)
The stolen spot is open, I chose to not, listen

And I don't even know what's hot or we dissin
Or who's consistent or who's nice or not
Who's on top, or who's wife is sniffin (oh)

Or who's meltin soon, to be failin
All I know is the way, the streets felt bout "Boom"


[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
Regardless, ^!$$% pump yo brakes
Ya car is movin fast, we will lump your face (yeah)

Regardless, me and Cash will come
And take yo $$# away far, ^!$$% don't play (uh)
Regardless, the M-I-C

We kickin $$# and takin names, you can't ID (uh)
Regardless, me and Tre is comin
Out to play wit you today, it's curfew


[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
D-Elite! we comin wit the lightin and thunder

Under the rain, to pump it, you need a jeep! (uh)
You need at least some speakers, while ya glued
To ya seat, from cruisin, while I creep through ya system

I'm gon' be heard, as God is my word
Deliverin the kind of murder, KOCH don't deserve
The real will cop it, every label in the world

Look out for me, I will kill yo roster
(Yeah, yeah) I will shut this %#@! down!
And on top of that, I could $#&@ yo (*##$ now

It's hard to believe, that Columbia couldn't market me
To do numbers like D-12 at least!
I played myself, for radio play

I never dance, but the skill it self, is a second chance (yeah)
I'm BACK wit two's by me, start the beef
I'm bout to part these streets, like "Bruce Almighty" (uh)


[Chorus]