Leggi il Testo Caterpillar. “Caterpillar” è una canzone di Royce Da 5’9” insieme a Eminem & King Green, prodotta da Epikh Pro & S1 ed estratta dall’album di Royce Da 5’9”Book of Ryan“.

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Royce Da 5’9” Eminem King Green

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

[Chorus: 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

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 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 slaughtering 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 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 shit’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)

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

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 niggas be sayin’ is a fuckin’ lie It’s nothing I can say to you that is realer Remember when you praisin’ the butterfly

Don’t you ever disrespect the fuckin’ caterpillar

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

You’re looking at Atilla, the psychopathic killer, the caterpillar Don’t tell me when I’m supposed to rap until, uh 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 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 Damn dawg, 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’ll have to re-hatch 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-son 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 Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem I’m ’bout to go spin a cocoon Then I’m cuttin’ you from your mother’s womb

Then I’m flushin’ you!

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