Royce The 5`9" (Interlude) lyrics

Artist  : Tony Touch Featuring Royce The 5`9" 
Song : Royce The 5`9" (Interlude)
 


[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, "Fuck 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
shit in your drawers
I'm comin at you from e'ry
angle
and the shit can be very painful
So
how you luh that? Scared ain't you..