Royce The 5’9” (Interlude)

Royce The 5'9\" (Interlude) - Tony Touch

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

N**gaz 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 n**ga piss me off stick on the wall

So even when the n**ga 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