Artist: Royce Da 5'9" f/ Mr. Porter, Tiara Album: Tabernacle: Trust the Shooter Song: Digest It Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [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! [Royce Da 5'9"] I bang my weapon, I think grotesque shit 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 shit, I'm here to carry out y'all death wish They can't digest it, like injectin 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 eatin, one can't digest shit I let you pull my chain, I might as well let you come take my necklace Used to pay out without gettin back shit, now I'm collectin Pluggin, connected, but know that definitely ain't my confession Block got turned up like Tetris, got problems I need correctin I'm out here bird watchin, plus I got a Popeye's obsession Hot thighs and breasts has guys just 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 Dealin with women with friends, one thing I learned is my lesson This like Bob Evans, they share sausage but they can't digest it [Interlude: Mr. Porter] But then God created the woman And the woman needed to be led by somethin other than man! So he created the queen Tiara, get 'em! [Tiara] They can't digest this Food for thought cause this flow don't sit well in yo' small intestines You know I grace these tracks, yo' eyes closed, amen, yes I bless it They can't contest it, no competitions, oh no contestants I'm giving lessons, eyes on my pupils, yes class in session I do this with no effort, no stressin, so no compression They fuel off my aggression, I kill shit, that's my profession You try to come bum my spot, better think twice, yes use yo' discretion I eat, sleep, breathe my passion for music, this my obsession Look, hop in the booth and take off, yep, rocket ship, I'm rockin shit Makin this hard to digest, I pass 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-proof, well I'ma light this fire bitch Step if you wanna I'm wreckin you up, talk lots of shit but I'm backin you up Get ya ass hit like you backin it up and I'm killin 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 killin people, it 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 s'posed 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) Ow! Ay! AYY! WOO!