The name “Royce” came from his R shaped Turkish link chain which was said to have resembled a Rolls Royce logo. During high school Royce was one of the shortest players on his basketball team, standing 5′9” at age 18.
Royce signed with Tommy Boy records in 1998 and later was slated to release his debut album Rock City. Though this relationship was premature, Royce ended up leaving the label citing creative differences.
Royce began working with well known Game Recordings who helped get him in front of the right people to negotiate a deal with Columbia Records. Royce’s Rock City debut was yet again plagued with delays, during which the album was heavily bootlegged. Though not in their favor, Columbia chose to release Rock City in limited quantity and quickly went out of print by the time Royce left Columbia.
Around this time Royce dropped the underground banger “Boom” with production by Dj Premier. Soon thereafter he joined up with Koch / Game Recordings and released Rock City (Version 2.0) independently.
Most well known for his association with Slim Shady – the two met at a concert while Slim was promoting his Slim Shady EP. The two formed a Duo called Bad Meets Evil, releasing a number of tracks including “Renegades” [Original Version], “Nuttin’ to Do”, “Scary Movies”, “She’s the One”, and “See You In Hell”, which appeared on Eminem’s album The Slim Shady LP, titled “Bad Meets Evil”.
In 2001 Royce was set to work with Dr Dre’s Chronic 2000 project as a ghostwriter. He contributed tracks including “The Message”, “The Throne Is Mine”, “Stay In Your Place” and the original version of “Xxplosive” titled “The Way I Be Pimpin’”.
Royce’s association with Dr. Dre ceased when his manager, Kino Childrey spoke to a reporter about Eminem and Dre in the studio. Royce refused to dismiss his manager and long time friend, ending his relationship with Dre.
Royce and Em had a mutual friendship with Proof. Though Royce had bad blood with D12 member, Bizarre, stemming from a earlier freestyle battle with Royce’s brother. Misscommunication escalated the beef between the pair, causing it to spiral out of control and include all members of the rap group D12.
In 2002, Royce called Eminem to request to be signed to Shady Records. Eminem declined and soon thereafter signed 50-cent to Shady Records instead.
Royce released several diss tracks including “Shit on U” (over D12’s “Shit on You”), taking shots at Bizzare of D12. Royce continued record dis tracks including “We Ridin’”, “Death Day”, and “Malcolm X”. There’s speculation that Royce and Em often wrote bars dissing each other subliminally.
From 2002-2003 Royce kept a low profile releasing releasing Build & Destroy, and Build & Destroy: The Lost Sessions Part 1 across the mixtape circuit.
In 2003, Royce’s beef with D12 finally reached its tipping point. Royce and Proof and their entourages spilled into the streets of Detroit arguing but the issue dissipated once firearms were drawn. The two rappers spent a night in jail, and settled their beef.
In 2004 Royce released his sophomore effort Death Is Certain on Koch records, as well as two mixtapes from his crew M.I.C. (Make it Count). The crew includes members Royce, Kid Vishis,and June.
2005 marked Royce’s third full length album release Independent’s Day on Trouble/M.I.C. Records.
Royce Da 5′9″ was sentenced to jail on September 19, 2006 for parole violation for a prior DUI charge. Royce was sentenced to one year in the clink at Oakland County Jail, Pontiac, Michigan. On January 9, 2007, Royce got out of jail on work-release.
Royce has a strong ghostwriting resume including the track “Tell Me” ft. Christina Aguilera for Diddy’s album Press Play.
In May 2007, Royce Da 5′9″ released a mixtape called The Bar Exam which features DJ Premier and Statik Selektah on the Wheels of Steel.
In 2008, Royce confirmed that he had officially resolved his longstanding differences with Eminem and celebrated with a reunion concert on July 12, 2008 at Saint Andrews Hall. A mixtape of the reunion concert was soon released thereafter.
Royce also had beef with other industry majors including Mistah Fab, Cashi$, and Joe Budden, Kanye West and the Ruff Ryders.
Boom
Royce da 5'9" Lyrics
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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
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!
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
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