Royce Da 5'9" - Digest It lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Porter] See, see God said "Let there be light" Then he created man who roamed Earth to hunt Then he created the beast Nickel let's go [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] I bang my weapon, I think grotesque sh** before I bless this Ink on my paper, I R-A-K-I-M with my efforts I K-R-S it, AK's my preference, how dare y'all mess with me Lyrically, I bury y'all best sh**, I'm here to carry out y'all d**h wish They can't digest it Like injecting bloggers with infections They can't digest it They rate my albums, they paint my message They can't digest it Call this Inception, Shawshank Redemption This is my movie, pardon my special effects I'm sittin' in my jacuzzi Blessings on blessings, one of us eating One can't digest sh** I let you pull my chain, I might as well let you come take my necklace Used to pay out without gettin' back sh** Now I'm collecting, plugging, connected But know that definitely ain't my confession Block got turned up like Tetris Got problems I need correcting I'm out here bird watching, plus I got a Popeye's obsession Hot thighs and breasts has guys out right now tryna impress them Feels like I'm at a drive thru makin' a final selection This chick tryna find out who I slept with I'm 'bout to let it happen cause who I smashed was her best friend, that's misdirection Dealing with women with friends One thing I learned is my lesson This like Bob Evans [​?] sausage but can't digest it [Interlude: Mr. Porter] But then God created the woman And the woman needed to led by something other than man So he created the queen Tiara, get 'em [Verse 2: Tiara] They can't digest this Food for thought cause this flow don't sit well in your small intestines You know I grace these tracks Yo eyes closed, amen, yes I blessed it They can't contest it No competitions, oh no contestants I'm giving lessons Eyes on my pupils, yes, cla** in session I do this with no effort, no stressing, so no compression They fuel off my aggression, I k** sh**, that's my profession You try to come bum my spot, better think twice Yes, use your discretion I eat, sleep, breathe my pa**ion for music, this my obsession Look, hop in the booth and take off Yep, rocket ship, I'm rockin' sh** Making this hard to digest I pa** right by you chicks, I buy you chicks Like I'm Warren Sapp, I fly right by you chicks You say yo cap is fire, whoo Well, I'm gon' light this fire, b**h Step if you wanna, I'm wreckin' you up [?] but I'm backin' you up Get that a** hit like you backin' it up And I'm k**in' the game like the casket is shut Digest it, they can't digest it Caitlyn's a man but she's wearin' dresses They can't digest it Police k**ing people where there ain't no justice They can't digest it Paris invaded by all the terrorists We can't digest it Cure for diseases but never get 'em How they 'sposed to make money if they ain't got no one infected? The world gon' end real soon, especially if Trump gets elected [Outro: Mr. Porter, Tiara] So, the moral of the story goes This is plain and dope, this is Bad Half This is bad dope Tiara, Royce, Mr. Porter We can't digest it