Royce Da 5'9" - 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 n***as 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 k** 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** you," and flippin you off Man these infinite thoughts in the bank, so enter the vault My visions a**ault your sister for description are lost Every time a n***a piss me off, stick on the wall So even when the n***a not lookin he listen and pause Forget it dog, when I spit at y'all, you sh** in your drawers I'm comin at you from e'ry angle And the sh** can be very painful So how you luh that? Scared ain't you..