Royale Lyrics

I gotta at least a terabyte, of Hip-Hop records

I Hit em Up, piss ether and spit hot pepper

Flow-sicker than lepers, flow-rich wit dat texture

Decepticon-on the mic, no one does it better

Suckaz throwin up gang signs

And look like retards, I headline the murder show

Weirdos on the B card

Kool-aid in your sweetheart

I'm revokin they G card

So it's time that they depart

Think hard

Plot and plan the homicide

It's money on ya dome, your murder's been monetized

New ideas new methods, don't know if you qualify

The Word Made Flesh

My Ascension was prophesized

They streaming Lord Megatron, on Tidal and Spotify

If you speakin on the name, then you know that gotta die

Killin ain't cute, y'all thinkin life isa movie

Won't transform into gun, if I kud ride wit my oozie

Sucka, Ima superstar

Galactic

LeBron James

Michael Jordan or Magic

I'm either on lean, or your TV screen

I'm talking angels and demons

Not kings and queens

I'm on that other page; non-compliant

Middle finger up, hair down, defiant

Sucka, Ima superstar

Galactic

LeBron James

Michael Jordan or Magic

I'm either on lean, or your TV screen

I'm talking angels and demons

Not kings and queens, yo

A lotta bulshit goin on

Sucka busta booty shit

Niggas dyin they muthafuckin hair like rainbows

Lucky charm ass mafuggas in Hip-Hop thinkin that shit is cute

Fuck you main

I text four Bloods, and they hit me right back

They Not Republicans, right side red flag

Suckas gossip

We right death tags

We get so high

We get jet lag

Ima rapper in the studio, you got rappers in ya bootyhole

His style is gangsta, his spirit is Fruity-Os

I live in a Gangsta Paradise

Like Coolio

Runnin thangs on my island; Like Ruvio

I lead the rebellion, I fucks wit da hellions

Sytle Machiavellian, shootin at the popelians

Ride wit my bredren

Straight to ya dome Excedrin

Attached to my weapon, I came from the heavens

I am Legend

The devil brought the war, I'm shootin missles, at his section

Wit this fake nigga paint, it's like an infection

I provide the correction

Dancin on ya Lex

Like I'm West Side Connection

He's Megatron

He came from the sky

He will eat their souls

They will worship him

He's Megatron

He came from the sky

He will eat their souls

They will worship him

I live to see you Lord Megatron

Where is the Cube?I gotta at least a terabyte, of Hip-Hop records

I Hit em Up, piss ether and spit hot pepper

Flow-sicker than lepers, flow-rich wit dat texture

Decepticon-on the mic, no one does it better

Suckaz throwin up gang signs

And look like retards, I headline the murder show

Weirdos on the B card

Kool-aid in your sweetheart

I'm revokin they G card

So it's time that they depart

Think hard

Plot n' plan the homicide

It's money on ya dome, your murder's been monetized

New ideas new methods, don't know if you qualify

The Word Made Flesh

My Ascension was prophesized

They streaming Lord Megatron, on Tidal and Spotify

If you speakin on the name, then you know that gotta die

Killin ain't cute, y'all thinkin life isa movie

Won't transform into gun, if I kud ride wit my oozie

Sucka, Ima superstar

Galactic

LeBron James

Michael Jordan or Magic

I'm either on lean, or your TV screen

I'm talking angels and demons

Not kings and queens

I'm on that other page; non-compliant

Middle finger up, hair down, defiant

Sucka, Ima superstar

Galactic

LeBron James

Michael Jordan or Magic

I'm either on lean, or your TV screen

I'm talking angels and demons

Not kings and queens, yo

A lotta bulshit goin on

Sucka busta booty shit

Niggas dyin they muthafuckin hair like rainbows

Lucky charm ass mafuggas in Hip-Hop thinkin that shit is cute

Fuck you main

I text four Bloods, and they hit me right back

They Not Republicans, right side red flag

Suckas gossip

We right death tags

We get so high

We get jet lag

Ima rapper in the studio, you got rappers in ya bootyhole

His style is gangsta, his spirit is Fruity-Os

I live in a Gangsta Paradise

Like Coolio

Runnin thangs on my island; Like Ruvio

I lead the rebellion, I fucks wit da hellions

Sytle Machiavellian, shootin at the popelians

Ride wit my bredren

Straight to ya dome Excedrin

Attached to my weapon, I came from the heavens

I am Legend

The devil brought the war, I'm shootin missles, at his section

Wit this fake nigga paint, it's like an infection

I provide the correction

Dancin on ya Lex

Like I'm West Side Connection

He's Megatron

He came from the sky

He will eat their souls

They will worship him

He's Megatron

He came from the sky

He will eat their souls

They will worship him

I live to see you Lord Megatron

Where is the Cube?I gotta at least a terabyte, of Hip-Hop records

I Hit em Up, piss ether and spit hot pepper

Flow-sicker than lepers, flow-rich wit dat texture

Decepticon-on the mic, no one does it better

Suckaz throwin up gang signs

N' look like retards, I headline the murder show

Weirdos on the B card

Kool-aid in your sweetheart

I'm revokin they G card

So it's time that they depart

Think hard

Plot n' plan the homicide

It's money on ya dome, your murder's been monetized

New ideas new methods, don't know if you qualify

The Word Made Flesh

My Ascension was prophesized

They streaming Lord Megatron, on Tidal and Spotify

If you speakin on the name, then you know that gotta die

Killin ain't cute, y'all thinkin life isa movie

Won't transform into gun, if I kud ride wit my oozie

Sucka, Ima superstar

Galactic

LeBron James

Michael Jordan or Magic

I'm either on lean, or your TV screen

I'm talking angels and demons

Not kings and queens

I'm on that other page; non-compliant

Middle finger up, hair down, defiant

Sucka, Ima superstar

Galactic

LeBron James

Michael Jordan or Magic

I'm either on lean, or your TV screen

I'm talking angels and demons

Not kings and queens, yo

A lotta bulshit goin on

Sucka busta booty shit

Niggas dyin they muthafuckin hair like rainbows

Lucky charm ass mafuggas in Hip-Hop thinkin that shit is cute

Fuck you main

I text four Bloods, and they hit me right back

They Not Republicans, right side red flag

Suckas gossip

We right death tags

We get so high

We get jet lag

Ima rapper in the studio, you got rappers in ya bootyhole

His style is gangsta, his spirit is Fruity-Os

I live in a Gangsta Paradise

Like Coolio

Runnin thangs on my island; Like Ruvio

I lead the rebellion, I fucks wit da hellions

Sytle Machiavellian, shootin at the popelians

Ride wit my bredren

Straight to ya dome Excedrin

Attached to my weapon, I came from the heavens

I am Legend

The devil brought the war, I'm shootin missles, at his section

Wit this fake nigga paint, it's like an infection

I provide the correction

Dancin on ya Lex

Like I'm West Side Connection

He's Megatron

He came from the sky

He will eat their souls

They will worship him

He's Megatron

He came from the sky

He will eat their souls

They will worship him

I live to see you Lord Megatron

Where is the Cube?