Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Airplanes (Freestyle) , by - Royce 5'9. Release date: 13.07.2010
Song language: English
Airplanes (Freestyle) |
| Since '99 I’ve been dope in this |
| Focusin' |
| Unfocusin' |
| Sure as the sun floats and sure as the sun smokin' |
| I was the gun totingest |
| My cuz told me |
| Don’t get demoted, keep it close to your digits |
| You know you get it, you let yourself get too close to them chickens |
| I said, «I disagree» |
| Then I let Superhead lick on me |
| Strokin' the kitten, the cat stacks |
| 'Bout to turn around and write a book about both of them bitches |
| Next stop, to the top |
| I done went from A to X, Y |
| Almost at Z |
| Chillin' at a rest stop |
| My new bitch call her my PS3 |
| You? |
| Your bitch pussy call it my X-Box |
| Me I’m the rhyme ruler |
| Me and Denaun together |
| Deadly as Nas in his prime |
| You 'bout deadly as a benign tumor |
| Since '92 been a highly touted retarded truth |
| Prolly 'bout to Eli Porta-potty somebody booth |
| Never sellin my soul, I’m sellin' my skills |
| I’m on Raps Radar now |
| Elliott Wilson |
| Painter of the underground canvas |
| Even though I can’t freelance no more |
| The underground’s famished |
| Before I settle for less then average |
| I’ll swallow a watermelon |
| Follow it with a double down sandwich |
| I swear that God told me |
| Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me |
| All eyes on me! |
| I know I’m not the greatest |
| I go hard |
| Your boom box is now invaded |
| Bogart |
| Look at me today |
| 8 years ago, I was popular for being hated |
| Solar! |
| Nickel Nines the ruler |
| God combined with Buddha |
| Gifted oblongata, prized medulla |
| Each lines like a computer bomb designed by Mcgyver |
| That only can be detonated by a MacGruber |
| I’m thinking if I ain’t binge drinkin' then I ain’t livin' |
| Somebody told me I’m prolly dyin', but I ain’t listen |
| By the time it could harm me I’ll prolly die by a trigger |
| So I’m only goin' cold turkey, right after Thanksgivin' |
| I paint pictures between blank scriptures |
| Scriptures, now just how contradictory is it that I pray? |
| The names Royce and I be poppin' so much pussy |
| Dwight Howard look at me sideways |
| And while the bitches try to grab all on my dick |
| I can’t even get my own nigga to rap on my shit |
| You form a clique it should be sacred |
| I shouldn’t say shit |
| Cause the Truth Hurts |
| Like the bitch that Dre ditched |
| Nobody loves my niggas like me |
| Sober or wasted, for you there’s no replacement |
| I swear that god told me |
| Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me |
| All eyes on me! |