Deadly Medley (feat. Royce Da 5'9 and Elzhi) - Black Milk, Royce 5'9, eLZhi

This is who you call the truest out the newest fold

'Til people watching our every move

Like it’s the Truman Show (Ugh!)

Coolest flow, signal to my crew the cue to go

With they finger on triggers, gunpowder under cuticles (Ugh!)

And, newest flow shows as ugly as warzones, yeah

Shit is ugly as Lady Gaga’s wardrobes (Ugh!)

Word to Dilla, his verses iller, the words are killer

Ain’t heard nothing this legendary out

Since the birth of Thriller (Ooh!)

My human nature to expose teams seems

These rapping niggas are girls, pre-teen Billie Jean

Seems they love when I’m performing (Ha!)

They laugh at your performance (Yeah!)

My shit is Martin Luther, your shit is Martin Lawrence (Oh!)

Touring on a plane in somewhere in the world new

In the clouds, listening to Stevie Wonder’s «Girl Blue»

So true, dude is feeling confident and feeling taller

I’m feeling on top of the world without the fear of falling (Yeah)

Ugh

Ugh

Yeah

I said, niggas known to talk a lot get chalked up

I say I’m sitting in a coffee shop

I don’t mean I’m at no Starbucks

Just me and Vishis rolling 'round like we don’t need no niggas

Just these triggers;

we old school like Dean Pritchard

You can’t take the heat, get yo' ass out the kitchen

Matter-fact, take yo' ass back in there and wash the dishes

I’m ready for war, I know what you’re thinking

I already said it before

You better get ready for this deadly medley

Whenever we here to record (Oh!)

I can cut into you in my sleep like stepping to the weak

I can catch a bullet in my teeth (Woo!)

I’m known as who not to go at, don’t ask, just never tempt me

You can bet yo' ass you’ll have no ass you bet against me

Ugh!

I’m in the best shape of my life lyrically

I don’t even write seriously;

I just fuck around

Like a rolling stone, I lay the hat in many homes

Bad boy like Diddy Combs

Shoulders, what his whole entire city on

Yo!

You need to be amputated (Ugh);

I’ll snap you in minutes

I left Detroit rappers in fitteds decapitated

It’s not a dumb threat 'cause though I’m not what I’ll become yet

I’ll challenge some vet and stick it to him like a drum set

Clap the matic;

I’ll flip like an acrobatic

Slap fanatics with murderous rap mechanics

I’m worth pay, pockets go green like it was Earth Day

That’s why I blow cake like it’s my birthday

The way I roll: envision a city blob

Half of y’all shouldn’t rap

Y’all do a shitty job like colon cleansing

And I’m dying to test ya, no denying I’m applying the pressure

Like the iron I rely on that lie in the dresser (Ugh)

Several try and get they Kangol crushed

Cause my skills ill like slicing up devil’s pie off of angel dust

You left behind me looking shadowy, it’s fatality

To ever try to handle me like a piano key