Digest It

[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 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 injecting bloggers with infections

They can't digest it

They rate my albums, they taint 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' back shit

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 like Bob Evans, they share sausage but 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 Warren Sapp, I fly right by you chicks

You say yo cap is fire, whoo

Well, I'm gon' light this fire, bitch

Step if you wanna, I'm wreckin' you up

Talking lots of shit 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 dope, this is Bad Half

This is bad dope

Tiara, Royce, Mr. Porter

We can't digest it