Dinner Time
Royce Da 5′9″ Lyrics


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Ayo, Royce Da 5'9"
Why you wan' share your food with these niggas?
We don't share food in the recession
Bite these niggas like you bite the microphone

Living legend inside of a Smith & Wesson sliding out
Of the barrel, I'm fire, don't try me cause I am hot
Police cars with they sirens come by when I'm rhyming
Saying they got a call that somebody 'round here done fired shots
Mac-11's in order, the flow is like water
Each quote's a quarter of blow, the chorus is followed by the dot
Goons, goblins and creatures and monsters are bouncing
And beat ya and stomp ya and eat ya, don't get swallowed by the block
I pay a shrink every week to basically tell me
"Lay here and speak to me" just to say how psychotic I am not
I'm too fly with the viral and physical copies
Niggas sloppy, look up what you under, I'm what you tryna top
I'm scared and compared to no man, I'm like the big hand on Big Ben
I get in and I'm hitting my numbers 'round the clock
I'm 'bout to give it back to my nigga Bus-a-Bus
And have a seat, it's convenient I'm already copping a squat

Nowadays when niggas walk around
They start to look like hamburgers and frankfurters
Ayo, Royce Da 5'9", feed on these mothafuckas, homie, come on

Take him, gut him and take out his organs and smorgasbord him
The more important he is I'm toe-tagging his beat
Turn him to chicken chowder, dip him in some sniffing powder
Season him with gasoline and throw his ass in the grease
Mention my name in a record, I'mma come get you lyrically
Individually I'mma take it back to the streets
Cannibalistic mentality, rappers hating
Decapitate him, rap 'bout what I naturally happen to be
Flow is superb and you heard us forget it, two verses
Two murders acquitted, personally it's a wrap, capiche?
Fingers snapping and tapping they feet
Clapping what happened the street, 'bout to happily bring it back to the D
Niggas claiming harder that all of this time
Niggas believe him until I see him and then slap him and see
I ain't having it, havoc is average to me
War's normal, only thing I'm having is having a feast

Royce Da 5'9", you my dog and I'm your dog
Being that I already sic'ed you on these mothafuckas
It's your turn to sic me on they ass, let's go!

Every time that I marry the rhyme and the beat
I go hairy and grind in the street, then I'm fucking up everybody
Mobilizing shit like we gorillas and peeling your skin
Like we banana peelers, it's hazardous if you copy
Don't you know that I'm one of the coldest courageous
The boldest contagious, ain't no one can phase this thing that I do
Well, you know since I report the latest that niggas can't fuck with me
Cause I'm the greatest, my shit is sick like the flu
You see I'm animalistic, the cataclysmic events
That'll happen whenever I grab the mic and talk
Indeed them bag us specifically that I'm hickory dickory
Dock of this rizzy, the diddy bop in my walk
Now I'm the messenger to set the temperature nigga
Whenever the heat will be needed to hot the block up, I'm saying
I got the dillinger, Harry Kissinger with the ratchet
The fact is I'm back with the clack and the click, see I ain't playing

Why, oh why, oh why? Royce Da 5'9", please tell me why!




Why the fuck these niggas gon' let us get together and do this shit to 'em
It's so fucking unfair, shit is so unfair!

Overall Meaning

The song "Dinner Time" by Royce Da 5'9 featuring Busta Rhymes is a rap song that speaks about Royce's and Busta's proficiency in rhyming coupled with their ability to massacre their competition in the game. The opening lines express Royce's reluctance to share his food with anyone, as sharing is not feasible during tough times. This is followed by his claim of being a living legend and being compared to no man. The set of lines that is repeated throughout the song speaks of Royce's cannibalistic tendencies and his willingness to destroy anyone that comes in his way. Busta Rhymes also joins in on the latter half of the song and talks about his ability to mobilize people, and how he's one of the greatest in the game.


One significant aspect of this song is the use of violent imagery and cannibalistic metaphors to express Royce and Busta's lyrical prowess. The lines "Take him, gut him and take out his organs and smorgasbord him," and "Turn him to chicken chowder, dip him in some sniffing powder, Season him with gasoline and throw his ass in the grease," show a strong and violent imagery of the artists' capability to destroy the competition. This imagery pops up throughout the song in lines such as "Goons, goblins and creatures and monsters are bouncing And beat ya and stomp ya and eat ya."


Another interesting aspect of the song is the interplay between the two artists. Royce has the first and third verses, while Busta swaggers onto the beat with his characteristic energy in the second verse. The back and forth between the two enhances the song's overall dynamism and adds to the feeling of taking on multiple opponents together.


Line by Line Meaning

Ayo, Royce Da 5'9" Why you wan' share your food with these niggas?
Why are you offering to share your success with these unworthy individuals?


We don't share food in the recession
During tough times, we cannot afford to share our resources with those who do not deserve it.


Bite these niggas like you bite the microphone
Attack these individuals with the same ferocity as you attack the microphone during a performance.


Living legend inside of a Smith & Wesson sliding out Of the barrel, I'm fire, don't try me cause I am hot
I am a legendary and powerful figure, represented by the gun in my hand. I am not to be challenged because I am on fire with my skills.


Police cars with they sirens come by when I'm rhyming Saying they got a call that somebody 'round here done fired shots
When I am performing, the police become suspicious and think that gunshots have been fired due to the intensity of my lyrics.


Mac-11's in order, the flow is like water Each quote's a quarter of blow, the chorus is followed by the dot
My lyrics are as smooth and powerful as a Mac-11, and every line is like a small dose of drugs. The chorus ends with a period, emphasizing its finality.


Goons, goblins and creatures and monsters are bouncing And beat ya and stomp ya and eat ya, don't get swallowed by the block
Dangerous and violent individuals are lurking in the streets, and one must be careful not to become a victim of their brutality.


I pay a shrink every week to basically tell me 'Lay here and speak to me' just to say how psychotic I am not
I visit a therapist regularly to prove that I am not insane, although my lyrics may suggest otherwise.


I'm too fly with the viral and physical copies Niggas sloppy, look up what you under, I'm what you tryna top
My success transcends both digital and physical realms, while my competitors lack my finesse and skills. They should look up to me as the one to surpass.


I'm scared and compared to no man, I'm like the big hand on Big Ben I get in and I'm hitting my numbers 'round the clock
I do not fear anyone and stand tall like the clock tower in Big Ben. I constantly produce great work and never waver in my efforts.


I'm 'bout to give it back to my nigga Bus-a-Bus And have a seat, it's convenient I'm already copping a squat
I am passing the mic back to my friend Busta Rhymes, and I am glad to have a seat while he performs because I am already taking a rest.


Nowadays when niggas walk around They start to look like hamburgers and frankfurters Ayo, Royce Da 5'9", feed on these mothafuckas, homie, come on
People look so weak and inferior that they resemble food items. Royce Da 5'9" should take advantage of these individuals and take them down.


Take him, gut him and take out his organs and smorgasbord him The more important he is I'm toe-tagging his beat
I will violently attack and disembowel my opponents before using their remains as a feast. I will defeat even the most prominent figures in the rap game.


Turn him to chicken chowder, dip him in some sniffing powder Season him with gasoline and throw his ass in the grease
I will turn my enemies into a disgusting soup, cover them in cocaine, douse them with gasoline, and fry them.


Mention my name in a record, I'mma come get you lyrically Individually I'mma take it back to the streets
If someone mentions my name negatively in a song, I will respond with an equally powerful response focused on their shortcomings. I will bring the fight back to the streets.


Cannibalistic mentality, rappers hating Decapitate him, rap 'bout what I naturally happen to be
I am so fierce and aggressive that I resemble a cannibal, and other rappers hate me because of it. I will attack them and rap about my true nature.


Flow is superb and you heard us forget it, two verses Two murders acquitted, personally it's a wrap, capiche?
My rap skills are exceptional and undeniable, and my two verses are enough to prove it. I have killed two competitors lyrically and know that I have won, clear enough?


Fingers snapping and tapping they feet Clapping what happened the street, 'bout to happily bring it back to the D
People are getting excited and dancing to my music, which is resonating on the streets. I am proud to be bringing my sound back to Detroit.


Niggas claiming harder that all of this time Niggas believe him until I see him and then slap him and see
Others are acting tough and claiming to be superior to all, but I know the truth. I will expose them for the weaklings they are and punish them.


I ain't having it, havoc is average to me War's normal, only thing I'm having is having a feast
I am not satisfied with just causing chaos, since that is too common. I see war as normal, and the only enjoyment I have is conquering my enemies and celebrating with a feast.


Every time that I marry the rhyme and the beat I go hairy and grind in the street, then I'm fucking up everybody
When I combine my lyrics with the beat of the song, I become fierce and charged up with energy. I go out into the streets and completely dominate everyone around me.


Mobilizing shit like we gorillas and peeling your skin Like we banana peelers, it's hazardous if you copy
We are as strong and organized as gorillas, and we strip away the outer layers of our opponents like banana peelers. It is dangerous to try and copy our methods.


Don't you know that I'm one of the coldest courageous The boldest contagious, ain't no one can phase this thing that I do
I am one of the most fearless and powerful individuals in the game, and my mentality inspires others. No one can intimidate or challenge me.


Well, you know since I report the latest that niggas can't fuck with me Cause I'm the greatest, my shit is sick like the flu
I am so up-to-date and current that no one can match me. I am the greatest and my music is so good that it can infect others like a sickness.


You see I'm animalistic, the cataclysmic events That'll happen whenever I grab the mic and talk
I am savage and powerful, and when I take the microphone, I unleash cataclysmic events on my opponents.


Indeed them bag us specifically that I'm hickory dickory Dock of this rizzy, the diddy bop in my walk
I am so good that others specifically come for me. My style is smooth and refined, and I walk with a confident swagger.


Now I'm the messenger to set the temperature nigga Whenever the heat will be needed to hot the block up, I'm saying
I am the chosen one to raise the temperature and tension in the streets when necessary.


I got the dillinger, Harry Kissinger with the ratchet The fact is I'm back with the clack and the click, see I ain't playing
I am armed with a powerful weapon and the political expertise of Harry Kissinger. The fact is that I am back with my team and we are not to be messed with.


Why, oh why, oh why? Royce Da 5'9", please tell me why! Why the fuck these niggas gon' let us get together and do this shit to 'em It's so fucking unfair, shit is so unfair!
Why are our competitors allowing us to come together and dominate them? It is so unfair how good we are and how easy it is to defeat them.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: RYAN MONTGOMERY, TREVOR SMITH, SEAN MCCAFFREY

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