Lemme Go

[Royce Da 5'9" - Verse 1]
 Nickel nine who rap Live’r never that riding, 
 With a [bad word] and my battery in the back
 And for that, she asked why and her Tops getting pulled over modem to black drivers
 While I shine, chrome, and I wax tire’s 
 Picture that, the car fast it’s cleaner than Mother Mary
 It’s heating your whole class like culinary
 Pick up your jaw from the floor I’m another scary
 Cuz’ I do more than just oven carry
 I make your [bad word] look like you’ve been bobbing for apples in a tub of berries
 Ain’t no motherf-cking hoes here except the ones y’all be paying like a toll fare
 My style’s like a watched project you heard about it, 
 You read about it but you don’t wanna’ just go there
 Yeah, I’m on some different [bad word] when I press this pencil against this paper
 I guess it’s just my wicked nickel nature

 [Zawles - Hook]
 Well I’ve been dying to get my voice heard up
 On these streets, give me some shine and I’m starring the show
 And I’ve been blind to all the hate, haters try to show me
 I’m Deph to the Naughts, ain’t hearing no

 Step back and let me go, go
 Go let me go, go, Go let me go, go, Go let me go, go, Go let me go, go
 Go let me go, go, Go let me go, go, Go let me go, go, Go let me go, go
 Go let me

 [Crooked I - Verse 2]
 I’m an original criminal in my lyrical pinnacle
 Show me an identical rapper I scalp ‘em as quick as a
 Seminal Indian, give me an obvious reason
 To body a heathen, to shotty a squeezing, 
 I’m out of your league out of your region. 
 Out of your reach, pushing X
 Like I’m from BMX, I’m Malcolm and Meech
 How do you speak to an animal? 
 Beast, I only cypher with producers
 I battle these beats, the cannibal eats
 Whatever’s trynna’ cypff with me
 Til’ I’m on top of the game, right where that snipers be
 I gotta license to kill, so if you see me shoot
 Jordan and Tyson chill, I’m only murdering every mic I see
 I’m the realest, rich as Willis, I could beat a drum and
 Nobody rides for free, so I keep the meter runnin’
 Nine loaded (Yes), C.O.B. is gunnin’
 Blindfolded  [bad word] , they never seen us cummin’

 [Zawles - Hook]
 Well I’ve been dying to get my voice heard up
 On these streets, give me some shine and I’m starring the show
 And I’ve been blind to all the hate, haters try to show me
 I’m Deph to the Naughts, ain’t hearing no

 Step back and let me go, go
 Go let me go, go, Go let me go, go, Go let me go, go, Go let me go, go
 Go let me go, go, Go let me go, go, Go let me go, go, Go let me go, go
 Go let me

 [Deph Naught - Verse 3]
 I thought I told ya’, ball with him all you get crossed over
 Thought he was hot? (F-ck ‘em) 
 The sodomy starts over
 When Nickel and Naught gots to recording these harsh vocals
 Rolled through the park, and got on a crooked I’s shoulders
 Motion the ten broads thats over there on over
 Slit all they throats, Throw em, 
 And Chuckle with Ron Goldman
 Oh he’s a [bad word]  What a ridiculous thought process
 Wanna’ be me 
 Swallow some bleach and cream soda!!
 Lawdy! I’m the [bad word] and I ain’t tryning to explain it
 homicidal violent child dying to escape and
 I’m saying you couldn’t make him be quiet if you was placin’
 His brain in a vase made of uranium to contain it
 The zaniest (Sweet goodness!), Flyin’ down isle three
 With a bottle of lube, Cialis and mild sauce. Please
 Come lick on the [bad word] (Slurp), You rappers should try and not speak
 I lit a cigarette, it means goodbye [bad word]  peace. (F-ck outta’ here!)
 I’m here now (Cheese!), a Picture’d be great
 This game is a [bad word] and I’m a trick that’s insisting we date
 Labels and A&Rs;, for some reason they looking at me funny
 (Why?) “Degrassi?, eighteen??, white!?? MMM, MONEY!!!”
 (Mister Deph!) Dammit, you better off tryna’ take Hellen Keller
 Down to your cellar and start yelling her name -