Chopping Block Ft. Slaughterhouse Via www.abegmusic.com.ng BBM channel C00378A1D
Royce Da 5 Lyrics


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Uh, rap niggas back on the chopping block
Come out that house, back to yo mom and yo papa spot
Back to the county, back to three hots in a hostel cot
Come out them colossal rocks back to your fossil watch
My life is foul sometimes I wish I could write this down
To keep your wife from screaming out "Jesus Christ", she can bite the towel
She receiving pipe from the nicest, my mic is Riker's Isle
My mind deep as minin' for diamonds, I raise MacGyver brow
I'm five minutes from perfect timing I'm like the price is down
A highroller, Cairo'ed like I'm Chyna and Tyga child
Mighta fucked one of you silver medalists wifey but
I can't fight you 'cause, you might adjust my Midas touch
I can't believe I just sat back and told that lie
I put this Tec back and give you a gold black eye, blaow
If I give a nigga a shiner consider the shit designer
I slaughter militant rhymers, hold up
My nigga Nottz on the beat
Somethin' sneakerheads usually leave in the box on the feet, hold up
That's right, rappers back on the chopping block
Either fact is a Papa Doc's, back to your proper spot
We are not friends, we just connected dot to dot
Stomp you till you feel like you living in Waka Flocka's sock
I could box, that's why niggas opt to not
Money wide in my pocket mocking that awesome rock-made knot
I philosophize, social stylist, them shits so timeless
This should be fossilized
Y'all just lie, y'all just falsify, y'all should be ostracized
Y'all should not be allowed to run alongside my whip with the ostrich eye
Come out your house without your pride
A coward dies a thousand deaths, tells a thousand lies
You see them lames? Tell 'em that I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you
And your bodyguard looking like lasagna and cottage fries
Retire or apologize, or die, you looking right in the fire
Tryna be hot as me or tryna see eye to eye
Obviously, honesty's not your policy

I'm two seconds from smacking somebody face hard as hell
And I know that he listening
But the way shorty neck is positioning
While she spitting in the hole of my dick
Makes that other pussy not worth it
I put my foot in yo' ass with all my old verses
It's like my sole purpose is giving my soul's purpose
I don't start but I finish you with a earth nap
E'rbody I turned into ashes, believe they earned that
Skip rap, let's talk real people
To this day I die laughing with niggas who really kill people
Mask, gloves, and empties that would conceal diesel
Black snub that empty until they seal-freeze you
Dice game with the re-up
In lobbies where they never mopped the pee up
Turn that M.O.P. Up
Every night mom's praying that they ain't mopping me up
I'm up top getting mop from Mia, mama mia
Now as far as the bars varying, I'm barbarian
He-man, Hanna-Barbera action figure
Arms stiffer than Shawn Marion when he ball-carrying
Oh man, we in slaughter mode, Paul Rosenberg, pallbearers and Em
Who'd be left if the social media era died?
Shit, I blew checks before I was verified
I know the Dre that did beef before the Dre that did beats
Bloggers'll be on my meat if Detox leak

Rap niggas back on the chopping block
Kill 'em before they body rot
I use they bodyparts to paint a Basquiat
Really I'm saving you, your label's raping you
Transforming your anus like an Autobot
Ass fucking a Cosmonaut
You prolly like it but keeping it lowkey, bottom lock
You hit rock bottom and go get your bottom rocked
I'm just tryna stop you like my father was tryna stop me
Then his condom popped
Crooked was born to defeat the odds a lot
I really don't understand why these impostors are popular
I'm confused like seeing my Jewish homie rocking a swastika
During Hanukkah 'stead of rocking his yamaka
While Stevie Wonder gawking at Rihanna's exotic
Erotic body through the wrong side of some top dollar binoculars
It's obvious, somebody gotta be mocking us
None given, I'm out of fucks, uh
I been on another level since I came into the industry
Still the illest spitting, getting rid of powder puffs
You cowards are out of luck, you Howards know how to duck
Forty caliber loud as fuck, for now it's tucked
What? Rap niggas back on the chopping block
Give this bitch the biz, Markie, I beat box a lot
She just want a confidant, her man want a problem? Stop
His days'll be numbered like a calendar, that's the caveat
Any given Thursday you gon' get with the church play
Holy organs, I mean it in the worst way
With the llama I'm a farmer, I'm outstanding in my field
My skill is a dead giveaway if you will, now that's wordplay
I'm from the era of gang culture and crack smoke
I rap dope 'cause that was an escape for poor black folk
2pac told us all America eats is babies
Since I been in a Mercedes my ladies relate to that quote
Upset, veins popping out of her neck, she give me mad throat
She a head doctor minus the lab coat
And when it come to being an incredible spitter, my nigga
I'm Eminem's negative picture, black GOAT
I'm nice, cuz (yeah)

Rap niggas back on the chopping block
Same goal when niggas was bumping Scott LaRock
Same goal though niggas swear you shocking, jock
Screaming "What's popping Ak'?" Red bean, cocking shots
With that said, no proceeding, gimme lethal
And it could be on sight before a nigga even see you
That's ride by, dash off and we laugh
I changed up for the future, my mask was off in the past
I heard your album, all sound like filler to me
That's why I'm asking how they iller than me?
It's getting hot, you can feel the degrees
I been as real as could be
Different me, same song, Bryson Tiller agrees
Who you know is an uncharted team parted with lean
And hit parks and bargain a dream and step to the Carter regime
And wash Carhartt jeans, hard as it seem
Was all part of going bored to some bars to barking
Beg for your pardoning, your bothersome bar schemes
Matter fact, who the fuck you know is harder than him?
Say the gang broke up, shit, it wasn't the gang




Fuck a verse, when it's family it just run in your veins
Joey

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Royce Da 5'9"'s song "Chopping Block" featuring Slaughterhouse touch on a variety of topics, including the struggles of life, the competitive nature of the rap industry, and the desire for recognition and success. The song opens with Royce reflecting on his own life, wishing that he could document his experiences and frustrations. He also references his ability to deliver powerful rhymes, comparing his mind to the depths of a diamond mine and his mic skills to the notorious Rikers Island prison.


Throughout the song, Royce expresses his confidence in his abilities as a rapper and highlights the flaws of others who he believes are not on his level. He uses vivid imagery to describe his dominance and the consequences that others may face if they cross him. The lyrics also discuss the realities of violence and street culture, as well as the importance of staying true to oneself in the music industry.


Overall, "Chopping Block" showcases Royce Da 5'9"'s skilled wordplay, clever metaphors, and introspective lyricism. The song addresses themes of struggle, competition, and authenticity in the rap industry, while also showcasing Royce's unique storytelling ability.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, rap niggas back on the chopping block
Rappers are once again being scrutinized and criticized.


Come out that house, back to yo mom and yo papa spot
Rappers are being forced to return to their humble beginnings and face the reality of their lives.


Back to the county, back to three hots in a hostel cot
Rappers are going back to jail or prison and facing the harsh conditions of incarceration.


Come out them colossal rocks back to your fossil watch
Rappers are leaving behind their expensive jewelry and returning to a simpler, less extravagant lifestyle.


My life is foul sometimes I wish I could write this down
My life can be chaotic and messy, and I wish I could fully express and document it.


To keep your wife from screaming out 'Jesus Christ', she can bite the towel
To prevent your spouse from expressing shock or disbelief, she can bite a towel to stifle her reaction.


She receiving pipe from the nicest, my mic is Riker's Isle
She is receiving oral pleasure from me, as my rap skills are comparable to the renowned Riker's Island prison.


My mind deep as minin' for diamonds, I raise MacGyver brow
My mind is as intricate and valuable as mining for diamonds, and it showcases my resourcefulness and intelligence.


I'm five minutes from perfect timing I'm like the price is down
I am almost perfectly in sync and my timing is impeccable, much like when the price of something decreases.


A highroller, Cairo'ed like I'm Chyna and Tyga child
I am a successful and wealthy individual, living a high-roller lifestyle like the combined influence of Chyna and Tyga.


Mighta fucked one of you silver medalists wifey but
I may have slept with the wife of someone who came in second place, but


I can't fight you 'cause, you might adjust my Midas touch
I am hesitant to engage in a physical confrontation because it could jeopardize my ability to turn everything I touch into gold.


I can't believe I just sat back and told that lie
I am surprised and regretful that I just told a lie without thinking about the consequences.


I put this Tec back and give you a gold black eye, blaow
I would rather put my gun away and give you a physical beating, resulting in a severe black eye.


If I give a nigga a shiner consider the shit designer
If I were to give someone a black eye, it would be meticulously crafted and considered a work of art.


I slaughter militant rhymers, hold up
I confidently defeat and outperform aggressive and skilled rappers, pausing to acknowledge my superiority.


Somethin' sneakerheads usually leave in the box on the feet, hold up
Referring to my sneakers, which are often highly sought after and valuable, just like something sneaker enthusiasts would normally leave unworn and stored in a box.


That's right, rappers back on the chopping block
Confirming that rappers are once again being scrutinized and criticized.


Either fact is a Papa Doc's, back to your proper spot
The truth is that neither of these options is beneficial for rappers; they are either facing harsh criticism or returning to their previous position of insignificance.


We are not friends, we just connected dot to dot
I want to clarify that we are not true friends, but rather individuals who have formed connections and relationships based on mutual interests and opportunities.


Stomp you till you feel like you living in Waka Flocka's sock
I will physically assault you until you feel insignificant and powerless, similar to how someone would feel being trapped in the sock of the rapper Waka Flocka.


I could box, that's why niggas opt to not
I possess the skills and ability to fight, which is why most people choose not to engage in physical altercations with me.


Money wide in my pocket mocking that awesome rock-made knot
I have a significant amount of money in my pocket, mimicking the appearance of a large knot made from rocks that is often associated with wealth.


I philosophize, social stylist, them shits so timeless
I engage in deep philosophical thought and offer insightful commentary on social issues, and my words and ideas remain relevant and meaningful throughout time.


This should be fossilized
My philosophies and insights should be preserved and remembered forever, similar to fossils.


Y'all just lie, y'all just falsify, y'all should be ostracized
Many rappers are dishonest and deceptive in their lyrics, and they deserve to be excluded and rejected from the rap community as a result.


Y'all should not be allowed to run alongside my whip with the ostrich eye
You should not have the privilege of being associated with me or running in the same circles, because you lack the awareness and discernment represented by the eyes of an ostrich.


Come out your house without your pride
Leave your home and face the world without the false sense of superiority or arrogance.


A coward dies a thousand deaths, tells a thousand lies
A person who lacks courage and integrity experiences constant internal struggles and dishonesty.


You see them lames? Tell 'em that I'm contracted
Inform those individuals who lack talent or originality that I have a contractual obligation to address them.


A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
I, as a skilled and dangerous individual who is under the influence of drugs, will cause significant harm to you, similar to the intensity and excitement of a Game 7 in basketball, with LeBron James actively supporting and cheering for my actions.


Spinal column out of your body right by you
I will forcefully remove your spinal column from your body, directly next to you.


And your bodyguard looking like lasagna and cottage fries
Your bodyguard will be left severely beaten and battered, with their appearance resembling a disheveled plate of lasagna and cottage fries.


Retire or apologize, or die, you looking right in the fire
You have two options: either retire from your rap career or apologize for your actions, or face death and stare directly into a dangerous and life-threatening situation.


Tryna be hot as me or tryna see eye to eye
You are attempting to reach the same level of success and talent as me, or trying to establish a mutual understanding or agreement.


Obviously, honesty's not your policy
It is clear that you do not prioritize honesty or truthfulness in your actions or words.


I'm two seconds from smacking somebody face hard as hell
I am very close to violently assaulting someone and striking their face with extreme force.


And I know that he listening
I am aware that the person I am referring to is paying attention and hearing my words.


But the way shorty neck is positioning
However, the way this woman is bending her neck or positioning herself is distracting or intriguing to me.


While she spitting in the hole of my dick
While she is performing oral sex on me and ejaculating into her mouth.


Makes that other pussy not worth it
This sexual experience is so enjoyable and satisfying that it devalues any other sexual encounters.


I put my foot in yo' ass with all my old verses
I will forcefully insert my foot into your anus, using the power and aggression of my past rap verses.


It's like my sole purpose is giving my soul's purpose
It feels like my only reason for existence is to express and fulfill the purpose of my soul.


I don't start but I finish you with a earth nap
I do not initiate conflicts or altercations, but I will end you and put you to rest permanently.


E'rbody I turned into ashes, believe they earned that
Everyone I have defeated or overcome in life has met their demise and deserved the consequences.


Skip rap, let's talk real people
Let's move past the superficiality and artificiality of rap music and have a genuine conversation about real life and real individuals.


To this day I die laughing with niggas who really kill people
Even now, I continue to share laughter and camaraderie with individuals who have actually taken the lives of others.


Mask, gloves, and empties that would conceal diesel
We are equipped with masks, gloves, and firearms that are typically used to hide and carry illegal drugs.


Black snub that empty until they seal-freeze you
We use a black handgun that is unloaded until we shoot and kill you, leaving you motionless and frozen in fear.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Ryan Daniel Montgomery, Joseph Anthony Budden, Joell Ortiz, Dominick Wickliffe

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