时间：2022-08-12
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Caterpillar (feat. Eminem & King Green) - Royce da 5'9"/Eminem/King Green
Composed by：R. Montgomery/M. Mathers/P. Desrosiers
Gil Scott-Heron：
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
King Green：
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
Royce Da 5'9"：
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 I didn't do this where in the **** would you be at
See there's a difference between us what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my p***s 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
Uhh all you n***as my little rapper babies
Y'all my children y'all bit my **** 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 fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben this ****'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
Ohh we in the war where butterflies keep dyin'
Ahh
King Green：
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
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
Royce Da 5'9"：
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 n***as be sayin' is a ****in' lie
It's nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you praisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the ****in' caterpillar
King Green：
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
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
Eminem/Royce Da 5'9"：
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 **** hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the **** 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
D**n dawg is that copyin' or payin' homage
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a d**n 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 *****
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
***** **** 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
