[Intro - Royce Da 5'9"]  Yeah, yeah (M-I-C), yeah, yeah    [Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]  My arms are heavy, knees weak, palms are sweaty  Niggaz wanna see me gone already (uh)  From this song on to song, you bout to be swept away  Yesterday is long gone (uh)  I took some time, to redefine my style  I, kept my cool, summers behind the clouds (uh)  You lames can't put me in the same category as a rookie  Nope, my name ain't new  Rappers can't push me, as high as I can  Push myself, you not inspirin (uh)  The stolen spot is open, I chose to not, listen  And I don't even know what's hot or we dissin  Or who's consistent or who's nice or not  Who's on top, or who's wife is sniffin (oh)  Or who's meltin soon, to be failin  All I know is the way, the streets felt bout "Boom"    [Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]  Regardless, nigga pump yo brakes  Ya car is movin fast, we will lump your face (yeah)  Regardless, me and Cash will come  And take yo ass away far, nigga don't play (uh)  Regardless, the M-I-C  We kickin ass and takin names, you can't ID (uh)  Regardless, me and Tre is comin  Out to play wit you today, it's curfew    [Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"]  D-Elite! we comin wit the lightin and thunder  Under the rain, to pump it, you need a jeep! (uh)  You need at least some speakers, while ya glued  To ya seat, from cruisin, while I creep through ya system  I'm gon' be heard, as God is my word  Deliverin the kind of murder, KOCH don't deserve  The real will cop it, every label in the world  Look out for me, I will kill yo roster  (Yeah, yeah) I will shut this shit down!  And on top of that, I could fuck yo bitch now  It's hard to believe, that Columbia couldn't market me  To do numbers like D-12 at least!  I played myself, for radio play  I never dance, but the skill it self, is a second chance (yeah)  I'm BACK wit two's by me, start the beef  I'm bout to part these streets, like "Bruce Almighty" (uh)    [Chorus]