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