DJ Kay Slay – Rolling 50 Deep (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

DJ Kay Slay unveils Rolling 50 Deep featuring Sheek Louch, Styles P, Benny The Butcher, Bun B, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, AZ, Papoose, Ransom, Memphis Bleek, Billy Danze, Lil Fame, Dave East, Joell Ortiz, Saigon, Mistah F.A.B., Chris Rivers, Jon Connor, Twista, E-40, Nino Man, Shoota, Mysonne, Sauce Money, Ice T, Trick-Trick, E-A-Ski, Fred The Godson, Loaded Lux, Termanology, Young Noble (The Outlawz), Locksmith, Cassidy, Maino, Vado, DJ Paul, Uncle Murda, Cory Gunz, Melle Mel, Grandmaster Caz, Trae Tha Truth & Royce Da 5’9″.

Dj Kay Slay Rolling 50 Deep

There are posse cuts, and there are whatever this is. DJ Kay Slay pulled out all the stops on his new movement “Rolling 50 Deep,” which finds him calling upon the talents of fifty lyricists and crafting an absolutely stacked track as a result. Simple put, when asked who he wanted to get on this new single, the storied DJ simply nodded and uttered “yes.”

As a result, we’re looking at an eighteen-minute long odyssey brought to life by the talents of Sheek Louch, Styles P, Benny the Butcher, Bun B, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, AZ, Papoose, Ransom, Memphis Bleek, Billy Danze, Lil Fame, Dave East, 3D Natee, Joell Ortiz, Saigon, Mistah F.A.B., Chris Rivers, Jon Connor, Twista, E-40, Nino Man, Shoota, Mysonne, Sauce Money, Ice-T, Trick Trick, RJ Payne, E-A-Ski, Fred the Godson, Loaded Lux, Termanology, Young Noble, EDI, Locksmith, Cassidy, Maino, Vado, Rockness, DJ Paul, MC Gruff, Stan Spit, Uncle Murda, Cory Gunz, Melle Mel, Grandmaster Caz, Trae Tha Truth, Hocus 45th & Royce Da 5’9.”

DJ Kay Slay – Rolling 50 Deep (prod. DJ Kay Slay)

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[Intro]
Ayo, it’s DJ Kay Slay, the drama king
This hip-hop thing of ours
Over the last few decades, things have changed
And just like any other movement, nothing remains the same
I respect that
But the one thing that I can’t respect is when individuals try to eliminate the original art form and try to rewrite history
Y’all can try all you want, but it cannot happen
Because like everything else in existence
From the dust the culture came, and to the dust it shall return

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Thousand dollar shades on, my lil’ homies boost ’em
Songs bumpin’ Houston like Trae tha Truth produced ’em
Silverback nigga, I suggest you get used to him (Uh-huh)
O.G. gangsta (Yeah), now with the beamin’ (Woo)
Body in a water shit, I thought that was streamin’
Couple Yonkers niggas, we brought our whole team in (Y-O)
D-Block homicide, look ’em in they faces (D-BLOCK)
Look how many shooters with us, count how many cases

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Hardest in the world (Ghost), you ain’t gotta ask (Uh-uh)
Way before the quarantine I was in a mask
Ask niggas for six feet, pop ’em in the ass
You rap it like a G, what’s it poppin’ on the ave
Hoppin’ out the DBS, gettin’ to the bag
If you gettin’ in my way, then I’m gettin’ to the Mag (You know)
True story, it’s too gory
Analyze the plug and the things he could do for me, ghost

[Verse 3: Benny the Butcher]
Let’s go
Anytime I talk, you know the truth spoke (You know the truth spoke)
Any rapper that ever try my got they boo smoked (Hahaha)
Y’all niggas play these bitches too close
I’m calling plays, he ain’t shootin’ with that seven like he Kukoč (Brrr)
Change a bitch life when she layin’ with a hustler
Had the same attitude when I was playin’ with a onion (Uh huh)
Your girl ask for cash, you might hand her a hunnid (What’s that)
That’s not enough to get a broad outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)

[Verse 4: Bun B]
Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these streets, I play a bigger part
Better believe that you don’t wanna see a nigga start
‘Cause you’ll be laid up with doctors looking at a nigga chart
Yeah, they got me back snapping necks again
So you better call your family and your next of kin
‘Cause when we go to war, nigga, it’s like a Mexican
I cut your ass up like carpaccio nigga, extra thin

[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I play with cold stoves so hot it’ll break the Pyrex
Yellow and black Wu nice go with the Pittsburgh Pirates
Frozen medallions, they come from Mesopotamia
The Sheikhs carry me in the streets out in Arabia
Tuna fish cans of black hash
Open caskets filled with rifles with Das EFX’ mask
Red moccasins, emerald city is my metropolis
I dust rappers, I don’t give a fuck what the topic is

[Verse 6: Raekwon]
You can never win, you’re not us, save your best niggas
Me, I’m just invincible, plus I get tough digits
Used to smoke water and dust, hands clutched, nigga
2-0-19 Range look like a bus, nigga
[?] the Chef is on ill levels
Be the custom ill bezel
We get down, all the hills meddle
Real rebels that run through the real ghettos
Get money and chill, dollar bill rap gangsters, those my real fellows

[Verse 7: AZ]
Rambo rap renegade rebel
40 cal ammo when they clap to spray devil
Bandana up if you double, won’t play your borough
Can’t avoid George Floyd ’til the case is settled
Baseless devils, empty out and replace the metal
Face the treble, when it’s bass, we raise the levels
Love it, get it and think nothing of it
Make amends, then make it public
We ain’t to fuck with

[Verse 8: Papoose]
Rollin’ 50 deep, bloodhound hound dogs with sturdy teeth
The apex predator, wolves huntin’ a herd of sheep
Revolutionary philosopher with superb mystique
Curriculum of a college professor with the urge to teach
Overrated ungrateful parasite undeservin’ leech
Shove the barrel right in your mouth, you don’t deserve to speak
The Ku Klux Klan killer, bury him in the Earth beneath
Drown him in gasoline, light the fire and burn they sheets

[Verse 9: Ransom]
Yeah, I’m a survivor, it’s not a mystery (Nah)
Even when you makin’ the shot, it’s still a miss to me (Yeah)
I’m C.T. Fletcher, mixed with a little Mr. T (Uh huh)
You on The Shade room, just hoping that you don’t miss the tea (Haha)
Beam to your chest, I swear that I won’t miss your Tee
Scream to the refs, “He flagrant, how could you miss the T?”
The fifth degree, I could flip your Vee
I call my stick Moses, I split your waves in half like he split the sea

[Verse 10: Memphis Bleek]
Niggas don’t want smoke, trust me, it’s all talk
Mention one of my niggas again and you’ll taste salt
Blood in your mouth, nigga, dick in your spouse, nigga
Just give me a reason to bring them things back out, nigga
It ain’t ’bout the check, pussy nigga, don’t check for me
For disrespect, send a bullet respectfully
I put my niggas on, you know that we next to be
Runnin’ this rap shit, it’s W-H and G

[Verse 11: Billy Danze]
I wish a nigga would say hood in the presence of a nigga that
Just don’t give a fuck, you better level up (Flash homie)
Put your bezel up, and I ain’t changin’ forever (Ante Up)
I come with the medal up
Right in V.I.P. is what will settle up
I need everything including the Möet and the cup
Brooklyn, New York (Legend), pledging allegiance
Clowns that get out of bounds and don’t follow procedures

[Verse 12: Lil Fame]
Ayo you fucking with [?]
I pull up on on your block wavin a torch, leave a corpse on your porch
It’s killas in the room
I smell Erykah Badu’s incense when y’all niggas in the room (Cuz y’all pussy)
I will squeeze and clap (C’mon), but I’ll never discuss cheese with rats
I’m the pallbearer that’ll throw you in the ground
With that blacka blacka b-blacka b-blacka black BLAW

[Verse 13: Dave East]
Some in there be the commission, we ain’t askin’ for permission to hit ’em
Why his children be with ’em? Bag drops, slide up and twist ’em
Thirsty for clout on your laptop, that’s how you get finished
Homie was cappin’, knocked him out of his fitted
Pick up the product and zip it (Zip)
You dyin’ to be famous, I couldn’t imagine it
Applying only torture, these niggas softer than fab-er-ic
Far from av-er-age
3-5-7 on me, Knockin’ Cam “Horse & Carriage” shit
If I was you, that’d be embarrassin’

[Verse 14: 3D Na’Tee]

[Verse 15: Joell Ortiz]
Pass the baton, I’m rap crack packed in a bong
One immaculate blast and you gone
My craft is beyond mastered, it’s blasphemy having me on a song
For less than 3 16’s like a chapter from John
Rappers get laid off when I’m working
Man I ain’t even have to concentrate to get this 8 off like a German
That’s light work, I can rap last or rhyme first
Pick ya poison, I’m poised, they picking my verse

[Verse 16: Saigon]

[Verse 17: Mistah F.A.B.]
Uh, throw the V’s up for victory
Goat when they mention me, dope era history
Gettin’ violated, annihilated, I only do Sanaa Lathan
Fire satin’, God body, I got the choir hatin’
Rich and rude, plus my lifestyle is ravishing
Laying wood on your wife, I swear it’s a cabinet
Oakland and [?], lifestyle extravagant
Me going broke? Yeah, right, couldn’t imagine it

[Verse 18: Chris Rivers]

[Verse 19: Jon Connor]
Allow me to do what I do best, then why you rest on my chest, there’s a huge S
Niggas that’s talkin’ that real shit, only a few left but not a huge threat
Send shots that afflict, nigga, what they send back, you gon’ need two vests
So, please stay off my dick ‘less you got a fat ass and two huge breasts
I been to hell and back and I fuck the devil in a blue dress
Give me the motor, then know I’ma show up and feel in me, make him like you less
In this industry, all I see is pussies and dickheads like group sex
They waitin’ for what I’ma do next and I’m lookin’ around like who’s next, come

[Verse 20: Twista]
Hit ’em in the body like a millimeter
?with about a minute? for the rhythm a lobotomy
?if anybody? pull it when they wanna get up in the middle
Of the way I do and never givin’ an apology
Ought to be up in the talk, I’m one of the better
Veterans who murderin’ and get up on the beat and be the
One up in the middle of the battle and I’m ready for the
War, I be the one and when I do it they retreat
With the feelin’ of a breeze of a Great Lake
Automatic and it’s cinematic when I’m in the
Attic and they get erratic on the bass, put ’em in a
Little bit of panic and I make ’em wanna vacate
Kay Slay just made a way
To make and I stay safe when I lay 8
It’s like I ?lay tape?
Like I’m Biggie the late great
Twista

[Verse 21: E-40]
Fuck all the lyrical shit, bitch, I’m a gang spitter
And I tried to told you that I got bars (Like what?) just like a phone charge
Comin’ up out of the slum, the gut of the beast (The gut of the beast)
I don’t need no iron, I’m already creased (Already creased)
Immune to violence (Violence), ambulance and police (Police)
Gotta keep your silence (Silence), out here in the streets (Streets)
Rappers don’t rap like me, I don’t rap like them (Rap like them)
I put your card just like a sim (Bitch)

[Verse 22: Nino Man]
You know where I be, drinkin’ in the lobby
Smokin’ on gelati, slidin’ off with a thottie (Huh?)
Stomach on a gate, made a quick stop to Haji’s (Yo)
Walk in any club in New York with no ID
Shorty think cuz her ass fat, she could line me
I’m like a dead end, you can’t get nothing by me (Stop it)
I’m Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin’ already when Kiss signed me

[Verse 23: Shoota]

[Verse 24: Mysonne]
Welcome to the revolution, this is gon’ be televised
Coward dies a thousand deaths, real nigga never dies
I had to memorize the rules of the game
I learned from the fools and got juice from the lames
Refuse to entertain you sucker niggas on IG
I’m outside every day, nigga find me
See, you can try me, just don’t [6-9] me
Realest nigga alive is how you define me

[Verse 25: Sauce Money]

[Verse 26: Ice T]

[Verse 27: Trick Trick]

[Verse 28: RJ Payne]

[Verse 29: E-A-Ski]
Fuck your favorite rapper, bitch, I’m not a actor
It’s games and laughter towards pains and pastors
That Aftermath for the matter, with four, five, I make ’em scatter
It’s like at now and later you referred the latter
What’s understood is overstood
You could be a bitch and a snitch and still rep the hood
Your bars are no good, we don’t trust you
Not you, not one beef, you govern me

[Verse 30: Fred the Godson]

[Verse 31: Loaded Lux]

[Verse 32: Termanology]
I’m jaded, drunk in the whip playing Jadakiss
Nah, I ain’t worried ’bout Will and Jada bis
You should get with me, Mayweather with victories
Ice Tiffany like crystally, tight symmetry
Flights to Italy and Congo
Hit ’em with the calm flow, mamis follow everywhere the Don goes
Plush condos, ice in the wing like Rondo’s
Million dollar convos, we on the those

[Verse 33: Young Noble]
A lotta clowns in the game, they mama should’ve aborted ’em
Snitch and come home, y’all people still supportin’ them
A Makaveli train, test ’em and have [?]
Really had to be outside, you couldn’t Google it
If Noble outlaw, known to spit the truest shit
Over twenty years in this game, but still doin’ it
Thugger peace, Kadafi, Fatal Hussein
Shoutouts to Kay Slay and E.D.I Mean

[Verse 34: E.D.I Mean]
We on a mission, thiefs in the tab but we get ’em
Them all playin’ the victim, we gon’ spray ’em and split ’em
Kay Slay say “hit ’em”, so we did ’em, it’s done
Black and brown in this bitch and we all for one
Better be cautious, son, ’cause the time is now
Look, no more talk, well, the ride is now
We ain’t even tryna hide it, we ain’t hard to find
And I ain’t got shit for a bitch but a hard time

[Verse 35: Lock Smith]

[Verse 36: Cassidy]
The hustler, I supply smokers
But eventually I’m tryin’ to get a B like my guy Hova
I got this chick ’bout to drive over
She bisexual, but take the whole pole ’cause she bipolar
Look, she got some amazing puss
So I’m shootin’ my shot but not what Tory did to Megan foot
They shootin’, brrat, I made you look
So they can see how afraid you look, facts

[Verse 37: Maino]
They gon’ miss me when I’m all gone
Tell ’em bury me with legends and the drug lords

At my way, all my bitches in a different road
Gotta stop rappin’ ’bout dying, let me switch it up
Keys to the Lamb’ truck, they gon’ see me act up
Lover bitch, you got lip fillers and an ass done
Cap, what? Nigga, who? We about that action

[Verse 38: Vado]

[Verse 39: Rockness]

[Verse 40: DJ Paul]

[Verse 41: McGruff]

[Verse 42: Stan Spit]
Slay, what up? This that heat rock, the way the beat knock
Came a long way from movin’ sheet rock
Not a CL Smooth and I feel like Pete Rock
The way I be paranoid, I keep that heat cocked
When you the plug, you don’t even get to eat
Phone clickin’ every minute, [?] ain’t miss a beat
My weed plug is Asian, I keep the thugs blazin’
Before I left the waves spin, I rock braids then

[Verse 43: Uncle Murda]
I don’t give a fuck about niggas that ain’t know my side
I don’t care who they care long as none of my niggas die
Valley of the gangsta, molly catchin’ that head side
We ain’t rantin’, we gon’ beat whatever cases the fans got
Fuck mainstream, in the streets I’m relevant
This for my niggas that been locked up since Bush was the president
You gon’ die broke and kids [?]
Nigga, your baby mom is [?] fuckin’ you wrong, nigga

[Verse 44: Cory Gunz]
Bring your crew, they could visit the fish
Cause them niggas a get wet for shorts, like a midget just pissed
You shoot like you got permission to miss
You wouldn’t clap nickels by a fountain wit yo bitch in a wish
I don’t ball room brawl, fuck a kick and a fist
When I wrestle the bull dog, threw my wrist in a twist
When we was kids they let us pick the shit up for kicks
My nigga just caught a trip, for a stick and a brick
Nigga

[Verse 45: Grandmaster Melle Mel]

[Verse 46: Grandmaster Caz]
Yo soy capitán, yo no soy marinero
Meaning if we was a 10, I’d be the 1, you’d be the 0
And no, I’m not the GOAT, motherfucker, I’m the hero
Shapiro, dinero, I’m the Alpha, you’re the Romeo
I blaze trails like I’m Melo in Portland
I ain’t rich out this bitch, I’m no Palmer Cortlandt
No mansion, no yachts, and no fleet of cars
But I’m a beast on this mic, you couldn’t find sweeter bars

[Verse 47: Trae Tha Truth]

[Verse 48: Bynoe]

[Verse 49: Hocus 45th]

[Verse 50: Royce da 5’9″]
Reaches on, feed my bones, speakers on, need a loan