PRhyme - Prhyme Time lyrics

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"] Aiyyo get Frank the Butcher on the phone Tell him it's in style to be a lyricist again Tell him I'm fresh as f** Get FILA on the phone, tell 'em I'm fresh as f** Let's collab' [DJ Premier scratches] "Nickel!" [Royce Da 5'9"] All these Larry Hoover comparisons they all foolish, they untrue and they too common Me? They'll probably mummify me with my penis still erect like Tutankhamun They say that I'm out of my noodle while I'm freestylin Cause I come off the roof with rhymin Make money very fast, so fast I gotta bury cash I'm Nicky Barnes in Barneys wishin I had fifty arms so I could carry bags Ask around hoe, I'm low-key wacko Ask if I'm O.G., I answer back like OG Maco n***az askin, "Why you did that underground album?" I ask, "What you ask fo'?" Matter fact, so what? My style is art I might drop this PRhyme sh** then say, "f** an album" Start lunchin and drop a couple cold cuts a-la-carte I got a good life man, we rich and they broke They get bread, the knot in my pocket the size of Dej Loaf We live, we ride, them 850i's We love to call our pair of FILAs them "FILAs" [Interlude: Royce Da 5'9"] Old school, hoo! Syllables, cadences, wordplay [Royce Da 5'9"] Underground cash, gra**roots, M6, white rag roof The backlash of the fast rapper's big enough to double the size of the a**crack on Shaq Fu Truth spaz rap, sick with it, I spit sh** in a cla** black booth Head-to-toe clad in a Hazmat suit You talk sh** on the internet then you disappear, hashtag poof Bad back, uh, gat bust, weird n***az get clapped up and smeared all over the f**in atmos-phere And that means everything that you type in all caps must, clear from your laptop, screen, even your act must, fear On the +Road to Riches+ like G Rap Except this road is made of golden roses and this is the victory lap What I spit is so visually dope That when they hear me they imagine me sober but they picture the relapse Your favorite rapper's least favorite rapper Wait, I'll elaborate, I'm the reason why they release date is backed [Outro: Royce Da 5'9"] Wait, wait whoa, hold on grab my keys my n***a Gotta go...