Gun Harmonizing Lyrics

[Intro]
Somebody lift me up, yeah
And give me a hand
Give me a ride, I'm sliding off the highway
There's a curve in the road, I don't know when I'm going, crazy


[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" vocal gun sounds]
Pop, pop, pop, brrrap, pap, pap
Brrrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, brrr-r-r, bp-bp-bp-bp-bp
Bap-bm-bm bap, brrr-r-r, bm-bap, bm-bm, bap, bap, bap
Brrr-r-r, bap-bm-bm, bap, bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bow!
Bp, brrrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, bm-bow, yak, yak, yak
Gak-gak-gak-gak, ow!
Bap, bap, brrrap, bm-bm-bap, bap, bap
Gt-gt-gt-gt-gt-gt-bap, blap, brrrap, bow!

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Verbalizing my theme: murder
Communicating while you debating, using machine squirters
Br-r-rt, that trigger's my tongue, I l-l-lick a nigga
That four-fifth'll lift a nigga whole clique up
The Lord call for your soul, it's time to go, pick up
Answer the horn, it's blowing at you, you cold, stiff up
My heat heating my whole hip up
All we do is court strippers
Your metal freezing like it's a morgue zipper, I—
Ride around with Preem
Not the Preem from Queens, but the Preem from "DWYCK"
'Bout to change the game, 'bout to fly the Desert
Eagle for y'all people, like the wing's the clip
And the barrel's the beak (Beak),
my apparel is fleece
I'm adorned in diamonds, I'm a pharaoh, deceased
Like if Spawn was rhyming, and I would advise you not to tempt her
New Temptations, the gun harmonizing

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" vocal gun sounds]
Bow, bap, bap, brr-r-ow, bap, bap
Brrap-bm-bm-bap, bm-bap, bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp-bp
Bing, bap, bap, brr-rock-km, bm-bm-bap, bop
Brr-ring, we 'bout that, ha, brr-r-rp, bap
Bow, bow, brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, brrap-bm-bm, bap
Kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak-kak, raow
Bap, bap, brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap
Bm-bap, bm-bap, bap, bm-bap, brr-rp, bow!

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
Every bullet's a note
I write with a firing pen—every time that trigger pull, it's a quote

Inside a booth full of smoke, sniffing lines of that gunpowder
I'm hotter than a pair of boots and a coat—and a turtleneck
The best rapper alive could be the best rapper that died—I'm murderous
If you ain't get it by now, I'm suicidal, I'm wild
A nigga better than me, is who I ain't heard of yet
So I ain't murdered yet
He ain't even been born; his momma's a virgin—she ain't even fertile yet

Prepare to get back, next time you take a shit, stand and turn around and look in the toilet, then compare me to that!
Don't compare me to none of these muh'fuckin' wannabe hustlers
Tough until they standing in front of me, duckin'
It's off with your head, nigga, 'less you one of them Dodgers
We sound off as one, we gun harmonize
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" vocal gun sounds]
Brr-ow! Bap, brr-ow! Bap, bap
Brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, bp, t-k-gk-gk-gk-gk
Bap, bap, bap, brr-ek-km-km, get, gk-gk-gk-vek
Get, gk-gk-get back, back, bp, bp-bp, bow!
Bip, brr-ek-bm-bm, bap, bap
Brr-ek-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, brr-rt, bp-bap-bap-bap-bap
Bap, bm-bap, bap, brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, brr-r, gk-gk-gk-gk-gk

[Verse 3: Crooked I]
This shit is musical, my spit is beautiful
And if the best rapper died, we'd be sitting at Nickel's funeral
But we ain't dying 'cause our trigger finger nail you
As quick as you clip a cuticle, hollows'll hit your follicles

I split your wig from far away, like a long-arm barber
Then lift your weight, like a strong-arm robber
Put that on Moses, I rely on my rod
As sure as Satan's tongue lying to God, everybody dying

It's like you standing in a circular firing squad
Singers for hire, I find him a job
You see, the gauge: baritone; the revolver's a tenor
Way the shots spin your body, I'ma call 'em "The Spinners"
Call 'em "Earth, Wind and Fire," put you beneath the earth, wind, and fire
Feel the fire that burnt Richard Pryor (Yeah)
I'm keeping two guns, I named 'em "Romeo" and "Juliet"
Make you take five, like you and your homies on a movie set—
[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" vocal gun sounds]
Brr-ow! Bap, brr-ow! Bap, bap
Brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, bp, t-k-gk-gk-gk-gk
Bap, bap, bap, brr-ek-km-km, get, gk-gk-gk-vek
Get, gk-gk-get back, back, bp, bp-bp, bow!
Bip, brr-ek-bm-bm, bap, bap
Brr-ek-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, brr-rt, bp-bap-bap-bap-bap
Bap, bm-bap, bap, brrap-bm-bm, bap, bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap, brr-r, gk-gk-gk-gk-gk, bow!

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Royce display’s his mastery of hip-hop’s favorite sound effect over Emile‘s punchy, old-school sample. He Peppers the track with his characteristically high-caliber lyrical ammunition.

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What did Royce da 5'9" say about "Gun Harmonizing"?
Genius Answer

Royce da 5'9" via Complex:

My man Emile gave me a beat CD and that beat was one of them. It stuck out to me. I remember being in my brother’s house playing the beat on the radio and I just start thinking of this shit with the gun noises, ‘Brah Brah Brah.’

“I was walking around the house making these noises to the beat and I remember thinking that I could actually make it into a hook. Who’s to say that I can’t? I know it’s not your ordinary shit, but I can do whatever the fuck I want to do. I didn’t want every hook to be the same. I wanted to make them real random. It was just an idea. I have a lot of ideas and I lay them down, sometimes they work sometimes they don’t.

“I had an idea to put a choir on the hook up under the gun noises. I started listening to it as I started assembling the choir noises and I got too used to it without a choir. I was like, ‘You know what, I’m going to leave it raw like that.’

“[The time I pulled a bazooka out on the Internet] that was about Benzino. I wasn’t beefing with him. Man, ‘beefing,’ that’s a word right there. A lot of the things I’ve been through since I’ve been in the public eye, most of them were ‘beef.’ Beef is what I was going through at the Death Is Certain time. No real nigga out here looks to get into that. Nobody looks forward to living their life like that.

“When people have words on record and somebody says something about somebody in an interview, that’s not enough for me to want to kill you. It’s not beef. It’s a disagreement, maybe. Or you don’t see eye to eye. But I was never beefing with Benzino.

“He said a few things that I didn’t like, I said some things that he didn’t like. That was pretty much it. He pulled out a gun on the Internet. I decided to pull out a bazooka on the Internet. It wasn’t ‘beef’ though. Yeah, it was a real [bazooka]. Where did I get it? I mean, are you really going to put this in the magazine?”

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Release Date
October 20, 2009
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