Royce Da 5'9" Ft. Nottz, Adonis - On The Boulevard Lyrics

"On The Boulevard" is the new hip hop song performed by Royce Da 5'9" Ft. Nottz, Adonis.

(Chorus)
I’ve been trying so hard
To erase the scars
Of living this life
On the boulevard
(Oh on the boulevard)

(Adonis)
Every morning Kenny wake up ‘bout 5 am
And jog about seven miles before class start
Had dreams of being the next superstar
Like that boy who sang Bo’
Kenny’s ambition was crazy
In his heart he was determined to get it
So he stuck wit' it
Six days out the week kenny hit the track
With his goals set high, he ain’t turning back
Lost one too many of his friends over goods and crack
Kenny put it in his mind there’s something better then that
His daddy called him flypaper the way he stuck to the track
His momma said “it’s your time baby you can’t turn back."
And through all the blood, sweat, and the tears
Kenny promised the fan for 40 years
To come, got to get it
He shall prosper
Jumping hurdles in life ‘til the next one pop up

(Chorus)
I’ve been trying so hard
To erase the scars
Of living this life
On the boulevard
(Oh on the boulevard)

(Royce Da 5'9)
Every morning Kenny wake up at 9 AM
Hit the traphouse and stay there til its 5 AM
I call that trappin' pages
He always holdin his dick, always busting off
But I dont call that masterbation
He all about heart
And you will never hear “Oh my god they killed Kenny”
Bitch this ain’t South Park
This the dirty mittens scurvy conditions
Workers is stealin, stealers is workin
You only as real as the nigga you murdered
Bullets fly to your chest leak
Treat you like you a crownless chess piece
Middle finger never up, thats a substituted waste
Why would he do that when can just tell you niggas “Fuck You” to your face?
He could fill up y'all with philly’s boulevard bully
To pull your card with no regards for the laws, wearing a hoodie
Police on his trail, he toss the bird
Roll his window down like “Can I help you office-errrrr?”

I’ve been hustlin' for so long
The streets just won’t leave me alone
It’s a battle I’ve got to win
I can’t give in

(Chorus)
I’ve been trying so hard
To erase the scars
Of living this life
On the boulevard
(Oh on the boulevard)

(Outro)
Bound for destiny, for greatness
Yet they both struggled with the 9-7
As evidence they were meant to be more
Yet they can’t seem to finally find the score
Cuz the game they played was rigged from the beginning
And in the end I sit on the sidelines and cry
Both cues stuck in a parallel universe will lose their (?)

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Eminem feat Royce Da 5’9″ – Welcome 2 Hell Lyrics

Bad Meets Evil – Welcome To Hell Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah, told you we’d be back

Welcome 2 Hell

[Eminem]

There’s a switch, I flip, emotions cut off

So cold I done froze my butt off

And this ain’t even the tip of the iceberg yet

It’s like squirting a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck off

Other words I didn’t put a dent in the game compared

To the damage I’ve yet to do

As long as you still have feelings to hurt

I’ll be around as long as you let me get to you

Long as I got two balls to palm

I’ll be the bomb, you’re just a false alarm

Get scared little pissants

And see if I don’t come along and stomp your farm

Thunder and lightning, rain, hail

Sleet with a tornado’s the kind of brainstorm I get

So when the wind starts blowing, shit

Talking about going in? Going insane is more like it

Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it

Like a disastrous blizzard

So you better listen quick fast don’t miss it

Yeah, go ahead little prick bastard, diss it

But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow

Don’t ask how much of his passion is it that goes in it

Just know, that all he knows is this

It’s better to kick ass than kiss it

Dick dastardly of audacity

Mental capacity, unmatched it has to be stopped

But it can’t be, but man I can’t just keep

Doing them like that or no one will rap with me

Except one, you asked who is it?

[Royce]

Guess who just came through the blast, you bitches

With the ratchet, the book of Matthew

A book of matches, lighting them under white linen

You about to have to admit it, they pass you the mic

Asked you to spit it, you got handed your own ass

Your ass in your own hands, I’m sure they gon’ laugh

When you’re going to the bathroom with it

Now with what would you come against us

Better be something with a big foot pedigree

Easily these are the reasons

That we need to be in your prayers

Each region breeds some MCs that wanna be

Which means they wanna breath our air

With these ideas, anybody thinkin’

That the game don’t need, the Bad and the Evil regime

That’s like saying that bad boy Piston team didn’t need Isaiah

[Eminem]

Sip piss and bleed, this is a different breed of MCs

I swear, better be aware, there’s too much at stake

And to find someone this raw on a beat is rare

You can kiss my ass and the shit stains on my underwear that I don’t even wear

[Royce]

This gotta be no fair

This like hittin’ the lottery, oh yeah

Who you know hotter there gotta be no pair

Shotty that I got a lobotomy, your hair

Classic, smack it, smother it, read it and weep it

And perhaps you’ll have no rebuttalin’

In fact, you seein’ me in this rap

And it’s like saying Tila Tequila can sing like Jasmin Sullivan

[Eminem]

Back to bash her skull again

Push a bitch out the Aspen until I get the fuck out of Dodge (Dodge Aspen)

Shouldn’t have to explain my metaphors

You has-beens are duller than color books that ain’t colored in

Second and third, fourth wind, gotta another win

Here they come again, none other than, Bad and Evil

Also known as Saddam and Osama Bin

It’s been a long time

But I bet neither one of us have felt sicker than we do right now

And we only get iller with time

Me and Nickel fucking shit up on the dime so tellin’ us to pipe down

It’s like talking to a meth head

Bruce Willis on his death bed, last breath with an infection

Fighting it while he’s watching internet porn

About to meet his death with an erection

My God, what I mean is

David Carradine jacking his penis in front of his tripod

Choking his own neck, what part you don’t get?

I’m saying I die hard

[Royce]

When you listen to my bars, nothin’ but the F-I-R/ E

Comin’ out your iPod (we) come up in a place

Chicks heads start spinning like motherfuckin’ white walls

[Eminem]

Got your mother suckin’ my balls

(While we) fuck each other, we punch each other in the eyeballs

And I never say I’m sor-ry, the Five-Nine and the Fire Marshall

(We) spit with an intensity to shut shit down in the industry

Two different entities, with a propensity

To put these N-U-T-S up inside of your fucking mouth

Welcome to the CD

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Eminem & Royce Da 5’9 – "Lighters" Lyrics (Feat. Bruno Mars)

Lighters" Lyrics by Eminem & Royce Da 5’9 (Feat. Bruno Mars)

[Bruno Mars]

This one’s for you and me, living out our dreams

We are right where we should be

Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes

And now all I wanna see

Is a sky full of lighters

A sky full of lighters

[Eminem]

By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up

I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up

If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening,

Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em’ skyward uh

Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king…

This rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking,

Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till’ it kills me

I swear to god I’ll be the fucking illest in this music

There is or there ever will be, disagree?

Feel free, but from now on I’m refusing to ever give up

The only thing I ever gave’s using no more excuses

Excuse me if my head is too big for this building

And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick but you cocks are slick

Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit

Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite

You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks

I love it when I tell em shove it

Cause it wasn’t that long ago when Marshall said bust a leg

Muster cause he couldn’t cut mustard mustered up nothing

Brain fuzzy, cause he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzz

Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it

Wasn’t cause he had buzzards circle around his head

Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?

Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off

Little hussy ass, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it

What difference it make?

What it take to get it through your thick skulls

As if this aint some bullshit

People don’t usually come back this way

From a place that was dark as I was in

Just to get to this place

Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage

And let it be known from this day forward

I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me strength

So let em ? cause I came with 5’9′ but I feel like I’m 6’8″

[Bruno Mars]

This one’s for you and me, living out our dreams

We are right where we should be

Lift my arms out wide, I open my eyes

And now all I wanna see

is a sky full of lighters

a sky full of lighters

[Royce Da 5'9"]

By the time you hear this I’ll probably already be outtie

I advance like going from toting iron to going from buying 4 or 5 of the homies to iron man outtie

My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it

And I aint gotta stop the beat a minute

To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic

Tell him how real he is or high I am

Or how I would kill for him for him to know it

I cried many tears, my daddy got a bad back

So it’s only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up

Now his career’s Lebron’s jersey in 20 years

I’ll stop when I’m at the very top

You shitted on me on your way up

It’s bout to be a scary drop

Cause what goes up must come down

You going down on something you don’t wanna see like a hairy box

Every hour, happy hour now

Life is wacky now

Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy

Now I’m just the cats meooww, ow

Classic cow, always down for the catch weight like Pacquaiao

Ya’ll are doomed

I remember when T-Pain aint wanna work with me

My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes

Cause now I’m in the Aston

I went from having my city locked up

To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick

And now I’m fantastic

Compared to a weed high

And y’all niggas just gossiping like bitches on a radio and TV

See me, we fly

Y’all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive

And how real is that

I remember signing my first deal and now I’m the second best I can deal with that

Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag

[Bruno Mars]

You and I know what it’s like to be kept down

Forced to fight

But tonight we’re alright

So hold up your light

Let it shine

Cause this one’s for you and me, living out our dreams

We are right where we should be

With my arms out wide I open my eyes

And now all I wanna see

Is a sky full of lighters

A sky full of lighters

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Eminem and Royce Da 5’9 - Fast Lane Lyrics

Fast Lane Lyrics by Eminem and Royce Da 5’9

[Royce Da 5'9"]

First verse, uh

I’m on ’til I’m on a island

My life’s ridin’ on the Autobahn on autopilot

Before I touch dirt, I’ll kill you all wit’ kindness

I kill ya, my natural persona’s much worse

You’ve been warned if you’ve been born or if you can form

Slap up a cop and then snatch ‘im out of his uniform

Leave him wit’ his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on

And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn

Y’all niggas’ intellect mad slow, y’all fags know

Claimin’ you bangin’, you flamin’

Bet you could light your own cigarette witcha asshole

Me and Shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cashflow

I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke

Though I ain’t wrapped tight

My blood type’s the ’80s!

My ’90s was like the Navy, you was like the Bradys

You still fly kites daily!

[Eminem]

Catch me in my Mercedes

Bumpin’ “Ice, Ice Baby,” screamin’ Shady ’til I die

Like a half a pair of dice, life’s crazy

So I live it to the fullest ’til I’m Swayze

And you only live it once, so I’m thinkin’ ’bout this nice, nice lady

Wait, no, stop me now ‘fore I get on a roll (Damn)

Let me tell you what this pretty little dame’s name is, ’cause she’s kinda famous

And I hope that I don’t sound too heinous when I say this

Nicki Minaj, but I wanna stick my penis in your anus!

You morons think that I’m a genius

Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum, cleanin’, try them trailer parks

Crazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby

And that’s back wit’ a capital B wit’ an exclamation mark, maybe

You should listen when I flip the linguistics

‘Cause I’m’onna rip this mystical slick shit

You don’t wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit

‘Cause after I spit the bullets, I’ma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball

I’ma kick the ballistics! So get this dick, I’ma live this

(Hook)

Livin’ life in the fast lane

Movin’ at the speed of life and I can’t slow down

Only got a gallon in the gas tank

But I’m almost at the finish line, so I can’t stop now

I don’t really know where I’m headed, just enjoyin’ the ride

Just gon’ roll ’til I drop and ride ’til I die

I’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

I’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

Royce

[Royce Da 5'9"]

My whole goal as a poet’s to be relaxed in orbit

At war wit’ a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs

My slow flow is euphoric, it’s like I rap endorphins

I made a pact with the Devil that says “I’ll let you take me

You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpes, Jack Kevorkian”

Go ‘back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in

I’m livin’ the life of the infinite enemy down

My tenement, too many now, to send my serenity powers

Spin ‘em around, enterin’ in the vicinity

[Eminem]

Now, was called Eminem, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper

Chewed him up (Pt!) and spitted him out

Girl, giddy-up, now get, get down

He’s lookin’ around this club and it looks like people are havin’ a shit fit now

Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who’s back in t-t-town

Did I s-st-stutter, motherf-cker? F-ck them all, he’s just

A whole motherfuckin’ Walmart d-d-down every time a-r-r-round

And he came to the club tonight wit’ 5’9? to hold this bitch down

Like a motherf-ckin’ chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown

Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated

Just by the way that you keep lickin’ them dicks like lips, I’m agitated, aggravated

To the point you don’t suck my dick, then you’re gonna get decapitated

Other words, you don’t fuckin’ give me head, then I’m have to take it

[Royce]

And then after takin’ that, I’ma catch a case, it’s gon’ be fascinatin’

It’s gon’ say “The whole rap game passed away” on top of the affadavit

Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator

To Michael Jackson’ activator (Woo!)

Meanin’ I’m on fire off the top, might wanna back up the data

Runnin’ over hip-hop in a verbal tractor-trailer

Homie, this sick, you can normally ask a hater

Don’t it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper

Drop in the lap of a tax evader (Homie, they spent)

[Eminem]

Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes

What, girl, I’m the crack-a-lator

Brung ya lay to this party, be my penis ejaculator later

Tell you boyfriend that you just struck paydirt

You rollin’ wit’ a player, you won’t be exaggeratin’ when you sayin’

[Hook]

Livin’ life in the fast lane

Movin’ at the speed of life and I can’t slow down

Only got a gallon in the gas tank

But I’m almost at the finish line, so I can’t stop now

I don’t really know where I’m headed, just enjoyin’ the ride

Just gon’ roll ’til I drop and ride ’til I die

I’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

I’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

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