Royce Da 5’9 – Digest 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 things before I bless this
Ink on my paper, I R-A-K-I-M with my efforts
I K-R-S it, in case 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 injecting bloggers with infections
They can’t digest it
They raid 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 shit
I let you pull my chain, I might as well let you come take my necklace
Used to pay out without gettin’ [?]
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 life [?] but they 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, class in session
I do this with no effort, no stressing, 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 your 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
Making this hard to digest
I pass right by you chicks, I buy you chicks
Like I’m [?], I fly right by you chicks
You say yo cap is fire, whoo
Well, I’m gon’ light this fire, bitch
[?] if you wanna, I’m wreckin’ you up
[?] but I’m backin’ you up
Get that 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 killing 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 [?], this is [?]
This is bad dope
Tiara, Royce, Mr. Porter
We can’t digest it

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