Artist: Statik Selektah f/ Royce Da 5'9 Album: Lucky 7 Song: Crystal Clear Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Statik Selektah sample] Statik Selektah! [Royce Da 5'9] 'Sup niggas? Man let's fuck around a little bit let me get my phone Let me get my phone, see what I got over here, do some shit like this [Verse One: Royce Da 5'9'] Population where I be is zero If there's a prison out there that can fit me I could stay I'd copulate with her if she a C.O Long as she don't gossip I get her saved by the bell You know that sloppy face that's a crooked occupation I'm wearin' a crooked Ferragamo belt I'm lookin' for Tatyana Ali, to get my jockey straight Man I'm glad I got sober, I was out here 'bout to marry all the bitches Plus the doctor said I nearly almost did it 5'9 is underrated, that's such an understatement Fuck, man I might as well bury all the critics Instead of buyin' chains I'd rather buy a chain of WingStops Don't compare me to these lames please stop I shoot up their venue with a metaphor about myself The marquee say the name, the name make the marquee pop Blocka blocka player listen here, I ain't here to play no games with you Outtin' your career like a meniscus tear I'm the same nickel tryin' to change little All I did was stop drinkin', that's when I found out I was rich in spirit I don't got too many memories of this industry, just bits and pieces Of beef and me driving my whip impaired, like (Skurr!) Decisions decisions, being made by the best ever Respect the lyrics of the BMW stretch 7 The choice is yours we just formed a new brotherhood Called the cut you off for nothin' crew and yes we open the road with less brethren When Statik selected decided he gon' let you have it Then call me for a verse, you'll have to call the payphone to church And when it ring, I'll probably let the reverend grab it Like hey tell him last time Black Thought killed me man [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9] Real niggas doing real shit this year Ain't shit change but the different spaceships to steer It ain't a real bitch alive who can resist this here Even fakes could see this real here crystal clear [Verse Two: Royce Da 5'9] Yeah, real niggas doing real shit this year Pop off, it don't mean that you won the fight it just mean that you in the fight Probably don't even wanna fight you swingin' at the fire, last, nigga violatin' got invited to a bottle bash With us you in the bitter denial, thinkin' we won't link with you I tint the window on the Lincoln too Do the linkin' to all you link in the bio ass niggas And I may even hire hitters, trade your last tweetin' for your last beatin' Get them bad people to smoke everything livin' in the name of your fire ass Twitter The wolves got my back right, and we glad y'all shinin' Let me repeat, we glad y'all shinin' But this year, we got the softest group of artists in the history of blues, r&b, soul For y'all to be so willin' to be so Blast off honest we're Black pride, I'm astonished I'm a full contact guy in the flag ball climbin' It ain't a nigga from this era as resilient as me I made a whole career off survival for millions to see A nigga with a bottle, some will and some brilliance Some beats for fulfillment, some children for peace I spent at least ten years drunk, tryin' to do the impossible Which is try to walk on water and not sink And that's when I experienced the deep, that's somethin' that I won't forget Now I can lead, millions to see while I'm soakin' wet God made y'all in image of SpongeBob so I gotta ask y'all, did it soak in yet? I'm the top dog and without the SZA I split up the spitters I feel like I'm Kendrick we need the +Control+ 'cause I'm heartless My soul beside ain't all the way took over I'm searchin' for artists to destroy to fill the void in my hollow trophy chest But that's fam, not associates, I'm so focused that Last night I swear to God I had a dream that I told Beyonce no Yes, no BS, tryin' go to war with me is like messing with the Soviets The lesson here is loud and clear You wrestle with the stove while the stove is lit You'll hug your way to hell but you ain't holdin' shit [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9] Real niggas doing real shit this year Ain't shit change but the different spaceships to steer It ain't a real bitch alive who can resist this here Even fakes could see this real here crystal clear [Outro: Royce Da 5'9] Yeah! Real niggas doing real shit this year