Mode

[Produced by DJ Premier]

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, fall in line to fall back
Big L's technique, Pun's grammar
Before the roof went in the trunk
The ragtop sat back behind the head just like a gun hammer
My sickness should remind you of Christmas
Cause I’m always coming down with something like a young Santa
Understand, there will be no rematch
The kinda ass whooping you’ll only have to open up one can of
(Nickel Nine the God)
You ain’t rolling forward you’re rolling wrong
Reaching out to gangstas to be gangstas you holding on
I grab a hold of this .44 long and let it go
More than a four year old singing the Frozen song
I put this Tec to your eclectic temple and wreck your wit
Then carve in your tombstone “Heavenly father he wasn’t ready
To collide with a force to be reckoned with”
Do you boys know who you messing with?
I’m with messing-with-niggas-destiny shit, I'm from the Midwest
I stopped drinking so I can start policing the block
Now I just cop smoke like pig breath
Pac’s soul would come out if I died a big death
Shoe connoisseur, who’s finer, your
Bitch or my bitch? It don’t matter cause you with my ex
The name of my ex inked on you, to me homie
You extinct like a dinosaur, you can probably find me
Spooning with a dime looking like
Lucy Liu, or something to my room
Looking like a huge China drawer
I’m a motherfucking walking hazard
Find me in the bodying department
When y’all rhyming if y’all don’t release, remind me
Of Prodigy partner, y’all can have it
I man up, lifted the can up
Killed the killer who ran up scared
When I was eight my daddy yelled down the basement steps
You only gotta listen to me and the man upstairs

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Logic]
'Cause I’m in motherfuckin' beast mode
Beast mode, homie, I’m in beast mode
Know who I am, beast mode

[Verse 2: Logic]
Yeah, yeah, fuck a black, brown, yellow or white it’s about unity
While the media tryna twist my words, for the opportunity to ruin me
Fuck ‘em all, bitch, I’m still doing me
It’s you and me on the record I’ll detect it like an infected nervous system
I never miss, I murder my mission as the rendition I listen while my chain glisten
I’ma get it like the world is endin'
Dependent on if it’s impendent
Defendin' my mind in the way I rhyme so I’m sendin' in
The best of the best, no never the less I never digress I just keep it moving
Finger fuck who ain’t on improving
We finally grooving, on the way, no way to remove them
We constantly improving yeah through rejuvenation
I said juveniles run the nation, come now, fuck your occupation
A revelation I’m facing, more secretive than a mason
It look like we neck and neck but I’m far from adjacent
I come so far from that basement
They look at me and know I'm in beast mode

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Logic]
I’m in beast mode
(Then it’s game time) Beast mode
(I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode
(Know who I am) Beast mode
(I’m, I’m in the zone for realer)
(Then it’s game time) Beast mode
(I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode
(Know who I am) Beast mode

[Outro: Royce Da 5'9" scratches]
5, 5’9, 5, 5’9
5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9
5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9
5, 5’9, beast mode
PRhyme!