Royce da 5'9", Kid Vishis - Thou Shall lyrics

Thou shalt not fuck with Detroit, MI
Never owned a Coogi, Ford truck
Or a pair of them gator Mauris
Please hold your applause for
These parables and stories
Give all praise to Allah, to God be the glory
My Papa raised me like I'm a dog with rabies
Playin' "da ha da ha" in the dropped Mercedes
Ridin' with the chopper daily
Pupils dilated like I'm Sada Baby
Nozzle on that gun larger than the
One on that Gaga lady
Play with my time like I'm a playful don
My arm comes out the car
My window down like I'm tryna
Borrow some Grey Poupon
First these bitches love it
Then they hate it, then they hate to love it
I'm straight with publishin'
I don't care if the radio station's stubborn
Y'all haters busters, I'm David Ruffin
It'll take me nothin' to put your life on a
Dollar menu right there by the Egg McMuffin
While these boys orderin'
Shots, snortin' rocks, and importin' thots
I'm floatin' with forty knots
To the bag like I'm a border cop
Any artist in Hip-Hop fuck with Nickel stock
Sure to drop
Especially if he Russel Wilson, good guy
Sorta pop
You sure to die, pallbearers bring flowers
He's mortified me and Porter got the same
Stayin' power that hoarders got
Whoever Superman
I got kryptonite in these hands
But I'd rather soup-a man
Leave you liquified with these cans
I don't care if you rap
Niggas is trendin' topic
Your shit is garbage
You couldn't make a classic out of that
Trash if you had Brenda drop it
You at the rental car spot
Enterprise while I'm enterprisin'
I don't cop my whips without coppin' rims and
A body kit and my tint is darkened
Closest I'ma probably get to window shoppin'

Alright, we're gonna try a new sound

Uh, yeah, yeah
(Alright, we're gonna try a new sound)
Say goodbye to the good guy
I hotboxed on your block and I
Got the whole hood high
You know who all the dead niggas is
They tryna look live
Instagram post bank accounts
It wouldn't look right
Your favorite rapper's sweet
You look up to geeks
I wanna flip the world upside down and make
All you niggas look up to the streets
I don't believe none of you frail niggas
A man should never be described as petite
I don't wait when it's war
I'm on some now shit
Leave your mama prayin' over beef
I halal shit
All these foul styles goin' 'round
And y'all allow it
No skill required, the game's overcrowded
So when a rapper say he can spit now
I doubt it
You could listen to Future but just
Know who the now is
I get to share a stage with Nickel Nine
That's crazy
We on tour with Eminem, baby, that's Shady
Room full of naked chicks
Surrounded by pussy
'Cause I rap amazin', you at the crib hatin'
With your kittens
Lookin' like the weird cat lady
Trippin' watchin Xvids while I'm
With your ex-bitch, 'til I'm restless
Don't want me to send goons to investigate
They fold niggas and believe me
It's hard to find a
Coffin that's pretzel-shaped
When goin' to the special place
Say an extra grace
Black men in America ain't just slaves
Long as the queen don't need
Nothin' for a seven
While I'm still buildin' credit outta debt
I know where I'm headed
I don't need the reverend
Royce gave me access to the lab
I got the key to Heaven