Royce the 5'9" (Interlude)

[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 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..