Royce The 5`9` (interlude) Lyrics

Royce The 5`9` (interlude) lyrics

[Royce] 

Detroit, yeah.. 

Royce 5-9, Tony TOUCH! 

The year is two-thousand 

Mr. Quick-to-Slap-and-Punch 

Uhh uhh uhh uhh.. what? 


Yo yo 

I'm entirely too hard to listen to talk 

I get raw and get this clip and draw, send you to Mars 

Niggaz with hidden hearts get written off 

Find yaself bruh 

You barely know what your click is called, cowboy 

You wish you could spar with half of a mind 

Kill you with half of a line 

without a need to continue the bar 

It's a infamous art, not many can spit from the heart 
 

Turnin pens into darts 

It's what you call meant for the charts 

So rather I'm sayin, 'f**k you,' and flippin you off 

Man these infinite thoughts in the bank, so enter the vault 

My visions assault your sister for description are lost 

Every time a nigga piss me off, stick on the wall 

So even when the nigga not lookin he listen and pause 

Forget it dog, when I spit at y'all, you sh*t in your drawers 

I'm comin at you from e'ry angle 

and the sh*t can be very painful 

So how you luh that? Scared ain't you..