Royce the 5'9' (interlude) lyrics

Artist  : Tony touch 
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..