Boom
Royce da 5'9" Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

I'm the verbal-spit Smith & Wesson
I unload with sick spit
The quick wit could split a split-second
Bomb with a lit wick expression
You here a tick tick then you testin'
My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits
So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
Everybody claiming they the best and they head the throne
Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they "Dead Wrong"
My flow is hotter than the flash from the click
When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip
You wind up in a room full of my dogs
I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on
Tough talk turns to, "Can't we all just get along"
You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on
You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song
My gun stutters when it speaks to you
Utter shit to repeat to you
Nothing the clip, then give a speech to you
Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways
We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways
Rap now is a circus of clowns
A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around
I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known
As the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it

"Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb"
"Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!"
"Royce 5'9"
"Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb"
"Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!"
"Royce 5'9"

I'm a motherfuckin' star, I don't battle no mo'
I provide the gun clapping a round of applause after your show
We can go toe-to-toe cause they calling you hot
Stepping around all your punches like, "That's all you got?"
Everyday I'm meeting somebody and all of they peeps
Quick to shake a nigga's hand and show me all of they teeth
And these bitches I be patting they asses
They be all dumb and googly-eyed looking at me, batting they lashes
Rappers think Detroit niggas not as down as them
Or since I'm down with Slim that I sound like him
Quick to judge me and tell me that my hook might sell
And say faggot shit to me like I look like L
My advice quit talking it's over
I was knocking niggas out when you was knocking sticks off of their shoulders
I got dirt done in my past, I know y'all sweat
I got regrets older than some of you so called vets
Niggas say I found God with the flow
Bring the police to the studio and bring the bomb squad to the show
Ain't a nigga touching mines
When you listen to my shit - you don't chew, you don't breathe
You'll miss a fucking line




Every time I spit, I tick to show you it's hot
Leave me in the deck too long I blow up your box: boom!

Overall Meaning

In Royce da 5'9"'s song "Boom", he flexes his lyrical prowess with hard-hitting rhymes and vivid imagery. The first verse sees Royce presenting himself as a lyrical gunslinger, with his words being as deadly as a loaded gun. He boasts about his quick wit, verbal agility, and powerful flow, claiming that he can split threads with his saliva and speech. He also takes a shot at other rappers who claim to be the best, asserting that they can't hold a candle to him. The second verse sees Royce discussing his status in the rap game, bragging about his skills, and dismissing his haters. He also talks about the struggles he faced on his way to success, including facing criticism and being judged by others.


The chorus of the song repeats the line "Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb" and "Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!" with Royce's name being mentioned to reaffirm his dominance. The chorus seems to be a metaphor for the devastation that Royce can cause with his rhymes, symbolizing his power to destroy the competition.


Overall, "Boom" is a hard-hitting, boastful track that showcases Royce's skill and dominance in the rap game. He uses vivid and powerful imagery to paint a picture of himself as a lyrical gunslinger, taking down all those who dare to challenge him.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm the verbal-spit Smith & Wesson
I have a powerful and deadly way with words


I unload with sick spit
I spit with such intensity that it's almost like unloading a weapon


The quick wit could split a split-second
My sharp wit can manipulate time and split a split-second into smaller pieces


Bomb with a lit wick expression
My expression is like a bomb with a lit wick, ready to explode


You hear a tick tick then you testin'
If you hear a ticking sound, it means you're in danger and you're testing fate


My saliva and spit can split thread into fiber and bits
I have such powerful verbal skills that I can break down even the strongest fibers into pieces with my saliva and spit


So trust me, I'm as live as it gets
I'm the real deal, as live and authentic as it gets


Everybody claiming they the best and they head the throne
Everyone is claiming to be the top rapper and to have control over the rap game


Since B.I.G is gone, if you ask me, they 'Dead Wrong'
In my opinion, rappers claiming to be the best since B.I.G passed away are mistaken


My flow is hotter than the flash from the click
My rap flow is so hot, it's like the flash of a gun going off


When the hammer slaps the bullet on the ass from the clip
The sound of the gun going off is like the noise the hammer makes when it hits the bullet in the clip


You wind up in a room full of my dogs
If you cross me, you'll end up in a room full of my crew, ready to attack


I'll have you feeling like a fire hydrant in a room full of dogs
You will feel overwhelmed and helpless in a room full of my dogs, like a fire hydrant surrounded by dogs


So come, come now, get pissed on, shitted on
If you want to challenge me, come ahead and get humiliated


Tough talk turns to, 'Can't we all just get along'
Once threatened, people who talk tough often back down and ask for peace


You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on
When I'm rapping, I'm like a weapon, and if you're not prepared, I'll destroy you


You probably ducked when they laid the gun shot in your song
You probably flinched when you heard the gunshots in your song, which means you're not cut out for this


My gun stutters when it speaks to you
My rap flow is so intense, it's like a gun stuttering when it speaks


Utter shit to repeat to you
I rap such powerful lyrics that they stick with you and you'll want to repeat them


Nothing the clip, then give a speech to you
I have so much to say that I could give a speech to you that's as long as the clip in a gun


Me and Premier, we kind of the same in ways
DJ Premier and I have a lot in common when it comes to our rap style and intensity


We both speak with our hands in dangerous ways
We both have a way with words that's so dangerous and powerful it's like using our hands


Rap now is a circus of clowns
The rap scene has become a spectacle with many talentless people trying to compete and make it to the top


A whole lot of lip from cliques I'd probably rap circles around
There are many rap groups who talk a big game but I could easily out-rap them


I'm the next best to reach a peak formerly known
I'm the next big thing in rap, poised to reach a level that used to be the peak for rappers


As the best keep secret, I guess that I just leaked it
Despite being a highly talented and up-and-coming rapper, until now I've been a well-kept secret


'Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb'
The consequences of my rhymes are catastrophic, like the destruction caused by a nuclear bomb


'Boom..boom, bam, God-damn!'
The impact of my lyrics is so sudden and forceful that listeners will be stunned


'Royce 5'9'
This is my rap name, and when you hear it, you know to expect powerful lyrics and a hard-hitting flow.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DELE LADIMEJI, PETE MARTIN, GREGORY CHARLES HATWELL

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found

More Versions