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lirik lagu royce da 5’9” - n my zone : mask off

[intro: will smith]
the separation of talent and sk!ll is one of the greatest misunderstood concepts for people who are trying to excel, who have dreams, that wanna do things. talent you have naturally. sk!ll, is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft

[part 1: “backseat freestyle” remix]

[chorus]
i’ve been k!lling microphones, k!lling microphones
i’ve been k!lling microphones, k!lling microphones
n-gg-, i’ve been k!lling microphones, k!lling microphones
k!lling microphones, k!lling microphones

[verse 1]
i been like the zone
when you talk to me minimize your tone
take some of that b-ss out your voice
don’t go and put your energizer on
with this beat i’m going all the way
i don’t mean to the end of night, come on
i mean i’mma take it to the grave, untili end your life it’s on
i’m talking about cracker-jacking these n-gg-s ’till their whole enterprise is gone
i’m talking about clapping at these n-gg-s with some sh-t that’s gonna feminize you strong
i’m talking about tenderize the bone
i ain’t talking about weird science though
when i say that my ceiling is probably gone
i’m talking about villainizing your home
n-gg-, i been in like the zone
i’m looking like rambo in this b-tch
but n-gg-, i ain’t feeling like stallone
feel more like i’m in a heist alone
look, i don’t like to aim my sh-t at any artist
when i’m writing i’m just generalizing
how am i gon’ take a shot at something i can’t even f-cking identify with?
i’m feeling like the long days away from feeling my patrón
used to have the coldest b-tches waiting for me chilling by the phone
used to do donuts on the gr-ss, now i’m just feeling like a drone
’cause even though i’m sitting high somewhere i’m still spinning by your home, b-tch

[part 2: “mask off” remix]

[chorus]
i’ve been k!lling microphones, b-tch, k!lling microphones, b-tch
i’ve been k!lling microphones, k!lling microphones
n-gg-, i’ve been k!lling microphones, k!lling microphones
k!lling microphones, k!lling microphones

[verse 2]
this a new life, who this?
this a new phone, who this?
i’m in a new zone, who this?
this ain’t no redbone and who this
i’m sorry, my top is unavailable right now, my roof gone, who this?
n-gg-, my taste amazing, my chick look like the waitress from hooters
and she about to fix me dinner
she independent, but she into n-gg-s that’s big spenders
and i’m into fitting this d-ck in her
and she into fitness like brittany renner
i used to chase the liquor with the guinness
move-making, n-gg-, with the business
with the winners in the bed with two majors
i still wake up feeling independent
i’m a savage, on top of that i’m a reckless product of d&d
stop critiquing me, my detractors just couldn’t sell a record to the dmv
i’m somebody, ain’t n-body better than
my precise knowledge and intelligence
well advanced, i swipe a knife across your white collar like a cheddar scam
i put your lights out like edison
ain’t n-body out there ready for him
my blood type b positive, your type o like the credits wrong
i’m immune to all medic-on, blue ferrari head is gone
went from palladiums to colosseum stadiums, you perform in the reddit forum
i spot a b-tch n-gg- like cyclops on santa monica
got a model blowing my mind, my new monica’s blowing my monica
the car odometer is on the bottom of all the numbers like you dial star pound
or put the car around white walls, call ’em fire marshals to come and shut the party down
i’m the leader of cmb, doing 52 over speed b-mps
in front of your table with tmz doing interviews while you eat lunch
i deal with mics real kendrick-like, ill k!ll a mic
cash rules everything around me until i die
looking right into the vanilla sky
i’m funny acting “who this?”
you owe me money, run me that or do this
get a running start, jump into a hole, take a hole in that beluga
i act like them older cats with moola
dragging motorcycles past the light
with kodiak on that patrón, i’m hot and on cognac, i’m cooler
and i’mma show no reaction to your rollie flashing like my zodiac a jeweler
ain’t nothing but a dead something, i be headhunting, yeah, i’m going for that medulla
boo-yah, don’t be acting foolish
baby, this a new phone, you yapping “who this?”
maybe everything i’m gon’ say from here on then is gon’ be on the behalf of “who this?”
(h-llo) this a new life, who this?
i’m on a roll like two dice moving
i’m on a boat in dubai fooling
on the moped flute-by shooting
i’m an unapologetic work in progress
product of a hard-working dedicated father with shortcomings
praying all his sons make it farther
people say that it make you softer to raise a daughter, but it made me harder
smarter with the way i make dollars just to make sure she stay a baby baller
the way i zone is like the ac on
i play like kc and kg, you can’t even cage me
i be using windows like i’m on a hp
just look around, i don’t own a thing that ain’t in hd
i ain’t interested in the crown that don’t belong to wayne, shady or jay z
that’s a opposite
you don’t like your life, how about death?
you don’t like to fight, how about s-x?
you don’t like the kind of car you drive, okay, how about bow wow’s jet?
i got the kind of flow that destroy the place though
how about you take your shot at rihanna like i did when i said “hi”?
or how about [?]
how about i come through and paint the floor with your whole crew?
how about the coroner come through and tell you go get maaco
how about i don’t give a f-ck about burning bridges?
how about i walk through the fire ’cause i’m hot and i got the golden gate flow?
how about i box?
how about like argyle
i sock n-gg-s and give ’em disease like a irock
how about i hop out the maybach and challenge every living emcee?

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