Royce da 5'9 - Caterpillar (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Royce da 5'9 - Caterpillar (en) Lyrics
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You will not be able to
stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug
in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself
on skag and skip out
for beer during commercials
Because the revolution
will not be televised
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that
they number one
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar
keeps firing
Ooh, we in the war, where butterflies
keep dyin' (ahh)
I'm a product of Parker
Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, where in
the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between
us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I
eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come
to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be number one in
my son and daughter life
All you niggas my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my
shit and contracted rabies
Don't you grade me next to these
rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many
different passions
I'm skippin' class to be fascinating
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's
just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at
me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating these has-
beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches
because they strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns,
and here's my battle cry
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar
is firing
We in the war, where butterflies
keep dyin' (ahh)
Kid think your number won't quit
Number one song, get your
number one chick
Number one fly with your
number one kick
When it's all done then your
number gon' switch
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do? Show
so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so
now we no longer competitors
That could be the death of you
Never let someone who's
not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin'
you never knew
Always stay professional, you
always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that
don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to hold
on to a regret or two
I do what I wanna do, they
do what I let them do
Everything these niggas be
sayin' is a fuckin' lie
It's nothing I can say
to you that is realer
Remember when you praisin'
the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect
the fuckin' caterpillar
You're looking at Attila, the psychopathic
killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm
supposed to rap until
Especially when your favorite rapper
ain't even half as ill
A savage still, the track's
a banana peel, attack of
the silverback gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin'
this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when
he snapped his shin in half
And then had the shit hangin'
by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the
shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I’m batty like eyelids
when they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies, my
offsprings are just moths
I see that thing I'ma squash it
and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers
off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Jada
Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof
we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building,
middle fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme,
in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin combined
Spit like it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will
help you distinguish apart
The frauds from the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute)
Hold up like a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin'
or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you
to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather, I'll
have to re-hatch on you
Come back as a black wasp, half yellow
jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an
ant trample it and stomp it
Smash it and stand on it,
dammit, I can't stop it
The rap is a vag' and I'm goin'
in like a tampon in this bitch
It's a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers,
you can't be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites,
you make a wack song
And can't hold a candle but
even Daniel-san whacks off
You jack-offs need to come
to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back
with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils
are number twos
'Cause that's all I dos with
'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a prostitute
when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them
lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my saloons
'Cause these bars always
got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil
to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is real like
I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon
Then I'm cuttin' you from
your mother's womb
Then I'm flushin' you!
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