paroles de chanson Caterpillar Remix (feat. Logic & King Green) - Royce da 5'9" , King Green , Logic

You will not be able to stay home, brotha
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 ones
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
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If 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 slaughtered mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life

Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you rate me next to these rapper, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'

My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I bring attitude to these patterns, and here's my battle cry
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)

This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Here take your number one, quit
Number one soul, get your number one chip
Number one fly with your number one kicks
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 want to do, they do what I let them do
Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
There is nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you raisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the fucking caterpillar

This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Now you think that you number one, quit
Number one soul, get your number one chip
Number one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all done then your number gon' switch

You 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 at a silver-back 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 barely like harlots 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 extinguisher off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
Like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof will shatter 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'd think I would help you
Distinguish your bomboclat from the cream of the crop
Wait a minute

Hold up like a flashcard
Damn dog, 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 have to rehatch on you
Come back as 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 ax 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 suit and I'm
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 saloon
'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em

And I don't need Metamucil to loosen them
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon
And I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb then I'm flushin' you.