歌手:Royce Da 5'9"
专辑:《The Bar Exam》

Artist: Royce da 5'9"
Album: The Bar Exam
Year: 2007
Featured artist(s): Royce Da 5'9" ft. Black Milk and Guilty Simpson
Song: Sound the Alarm (Remix)
Beat: Statik Selektah
--Statik Selektah--
Out! (x4)
--Woman--
"Statik Selektah"
--Black Milk--
Yeah, uh, just when you thought it was safe
We came back to brawl and feel like you fought with an ape
But walked in his cage and can't get out
No way out, lost, feel like you walked in a maze
And yes, trying to walk a mile in my shoes is a waste
You couldn't even walk 10 paces
Yes, I already ran that race And
Already came in first place And
Black Milk, I'm like a horror film in the makin'
Spit that Freddy verse Jason
Believe when I say **********s move when I weigh like all comin' police car chases
Move, it gets that ugly
Yo ********** more money, but she can't get that from me
No, sound the alrm on em'
Still gunnin'
Sound like the fire men coming.

Hands to the sky
Get em' high
??? sound.
Detroit, the world go round'.
--Royce Da 5'9"--
Nothin' else left to do but be the best with it
All I need is respect with it
It ain't goin' stop
I put yo flow in a bullet
Put it in my gun
And pull it like I'm playing roulette with it
It ain't goin' pop
I put yo brain in the blender for tryin' to figure out
How to enter the train of my thoughts
You ain't a contender
Why you still starvin'
I can put my hand on my ********** like I'm still a star
As long as I feel large
I'm the real raw
**********s can't kill God
Most incorrect politically next to Bill Maher
Arrest me, try to correct me with bars
Me, Black and Guilty next years' tsars
I'm bout' to put you fools on a diet
Put your food in a ring
And then I'm crownin' the biggest loser the king
********** try to try me then I'll prolly try to body these mobs
Then after that you gotta sound the alarm.

Hands to the sky
Get em' high
*********a let's go
--Guilty Simpson--
Steady the game and hit the ground runnin'
So when I start
Show you rap cats how to play that part
But we ain't actin'
They play him but he ain't crackin'
The same ol' same
With a verse so soft I sleep on it, the night off
When a ********** tries to speak on it, come again
Be in the streets, man
********** a benz
I got a 3 digit for the number man
Cause when the scratch run out
Tre-5-7 watch that come out
I got a keen ear, boy, latch your mouth
Or repeat what you said while I'm at your house
But we don't knock
Kick through both locks then inflict bodily harm
Gun in my palm
You cats ain't even lukewarm
Man, sound the alarm.

Hands to the sky
Get em' high