Tony Touch, Royce da 5'9" - Royce the 5'9" (Interlude) lyrics

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
Niggas 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, "Fuck 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 nigga piss me off
Stick on the wall so even when the nigga not
Lookin he listen and pause
Forget it dog, when I spit at y'all
You shit in your drawers
I'm comin at you from e'ry angle
And the shit can be very painful
So how you luh that? Scared ain't you