☆ E.R

[Intro:]
[Man #1:] Security to the ER! [beat starts]
[Man #2:] Security to the ER!
[Man #1:] All doctors to the ER!
[Female:] All doctors!
[Man #2:] All doctors to the ER!
[Man #1:] Security to the ER!
[Female:] All doctors to the ER!
[Man #2:] Security to security!
[Man #1:] Security to the ER!
[Female:] All doctors to doctors!
[Man #1:] All doctors to security!
[Man #2:] Security to the ER! [echoes]

[Royce Da 5’9″:]
STOP!
Picture me in scrubs in a room with Hip-Hop
Operatin’ on it with my instruments. (aaahhh!) – I’m THE DOC! – It’s crunch time!
Line up rappers I don’t like and call that shit – “punchline”. (punchline!)
These niggas E-BEEFIN’! – That ain’t what wars about (wars about!)
Ain’t nothin’ dyin’ but the game; pull the organs out! (organs out!)
These niggas dissin’ like they wondering where Malcolm’s at
Till I split ’em where their SCALP is at. – WHERE MY SCALPEL AT?! (whoooo!)
I ain’t been hearin’ HEART! (HEART!) – I’m ’bout to check his PULSE (pulsssse!)
With my stethoscope, pressed against the record sto’. (RECORDS, THO!)
We ride in! – We gon’ W-I-N.
I will check a bitch’s – ASS, LIKE A’ OB/GYN! (whooo!)
I’m respected like a killer. – Or wreckin’ like – Thriller!
I will keep a taaaab on you like – Twitter!
Now feel the hate and roll. (grow!)
Nickel give ’em oxygen and shock ’em with – THAT, THAT DEFIBRILLATOR FLOOOWWW! (FLOOOWWW!)

[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9″ {Female}]
As long as I’m aliiive, – the game gon’ be breathin’.
Even though it’s [gasps] – wheezin’!
Hit him like-like – CLEAR, CLEAR! (BZZZZ!)
Wake his ass up, he was sleepin’! – Yeeaah!

I said as long as I’m aliiive, – the game gon’ be breathin’.
Even though it’s [gasps] – wheezin’!
Hit him like-like – CLEAR, CLEAR! (BZZZZ!)
Wake his ass up, he was sleepin’! [flatline] {Security to the ER!} [echoes]

[Kid Vishis:]
I’m aliiiive! (I’m aliiiive!)
They almost killed me but I survived, Hip-Hop has been revived.
Surprise! (OKAY, DOC’!) [electric shock] OWW! STOP SHOCKIN’ ME NOW!
Tell your nurse she could put the scalpel down.
I’m back ready to rap, took a little nap, – ready to go off.
Stick to my pen? Never again – will I ever doze off!
No more – bozo rap, it hurt me!
The new dojo – in beast mode, I’m John Crease. – NO MERCY! (NO MERCY!)
My saliva and spit could fly through a brick;
Put your ass by a lighter and spit gas at the fire flick. (fire flick!)
Gave up on me, huh?
I was worse than the racists and rapists; now I’m feeling like Kobe ‘fore he scored eighty-ONE!
Really feelin’ NEW!
Missed me with the skinny jeans and Uggs, fuck outta here! – I ain’t feelin’ YOU! (FEELIN’ YOU!)
Fuckin’ incredible! – I can dig a hole to hell,
Just to beat the devil over the head With a fuckin’ shovel!

[Chorus]