royal fam - our time lyrics
[dark denims]
what? take it to your motherf-ckin head
royal fam, yeah, just me and you, n-gg-
just me and you
prepare to die n-gg-
yeah you, with your snake–ss
slitherin all up in my gr-ss, with your fake -ss
the dark one, my royal fam du’, i make a part’
my team tight like fifty-five n-gg-s up in the ‘partment
what bothers me, brothers ain’t dealin with equality
yo, n-gg-, timbuktu got your -ss stuck to poverty
f-ck the law, because the law made enough
disrespect my fam, awww you done f-cked up
who sent you? all of a sudden you actin sentimental
you think i give a f-ck, have some knuckles to your dental
the rhymes tight, f-ck five mics
gimme my strikes, my raw heat, we’re world war street
that’s what i said right, you playa hater
save that bullsh-t for later
i shine your mind and refine, cuz i’m greata
you dubplated, we can never be related
n-gg-s like you keep my fam motivated
in ninety-nine its our time to shine
my time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?
[snuggle-up]
basically i couldn’t wait, i want the whole restaurant
f-ck a full plate, 20,000 brooklyn-ese at $5
n-gg-s is weak, a new single as i speak
i realized half the world ain’t been baptisted
as the sunrise in brooklyn, owe allah
good-looking, dead foreshooken, i’m about to make this happen
one man -ssault against, everything rappin
pregnate the industry, i’m claimin that its mine
no need for blood, test the alb-ms on time
and when ya hear it indeed, that’s when i breast-feed
teach the culture-seed, longevity
and if the truth shame the devil
i’ma take you to a level where the truth can get you killed
i’m nice with the skills, for real
i pay my bills like this, plus i’m strivin righteous
c.o.i.n.s. no quest’ of course we’re priceless, what?
in ninety-nine its our time to shine
my time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?
[dark denims]
my law & order will slaughter n-gg-s in the first quarter
you wack n-gg-? yo, let me rock the mic for ya
the dark denim had it made so you can fit ’em
my royal fam, we strike mics like the deadly venom
you can’t f-ck with the lyrical
bomb you and your physical
inspect yo’ deck, bob your digital
85% of you n-gg-s is not original, it’s over
ask jehovah, i put the witness in a coma
ran up on a buster with an arizona
we rule sh-t, same old n-gg-s on some new sh-t
my new slips got you b-tches dancin to my music
in ninety-nine is our time to shine
my time to rhyme, put the dumb, deaf and blind in line, what?
[dark denims (snuggle-up)]
[snuggle-up repeating “wack–ss labels” on the background]
yeah, all you fake -ss n-gg-s, royal fam, coins
[dark denim hachs and spits]
spittin on y’all n-gg-s for the nine, 2g
what? comin at me with that old time bullsh-t
what?
(original u.k. f-ck you!)
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