Royce Da 5'9" - Digest Lyrics






[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 injecting 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 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

[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

[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

[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





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  1. R.... B....

    How am I just hearing this chic. She's got flow

  2. F.... R....

    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 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' 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
    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

  3. M.... B....

    🔥🔥🔥

  4. A.... D....

    tiara be good and shit but do y'all know whio's better?
    SNOW THA PRODUCT

  5. K.... w....

    f*ckin love this shit!

  6. M.... ....

    Whose da girl

    M.... ....

    @Black A Thanks 

    M.... ....

    More accurately, this should be the Tiara you're looking for: https://soundcloud.com/justcallmetiara Tiara Thomas doesn't rap, AFAIK.

    M.... ....

    TMZ Detroit

    Mr.Porter discusses D12, makin beats and speaks on his daughter Tiara from Royce da 5'9's Digest

    https://youtu.be/FISyyRsjlLs

  7. S.... P....

    so good

  8. j.... ....

    This girl is actually sick

    j.... ....

    TMZ Detroit

    Mr.Porter discusses D12, makin beats and speaks on his daughter Tiara from Royce da 5'9's Digest

    https://youtu.be/FISyyRsjlLs

  9. A.... A....

    🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

  10. J.... R....

    damn hes fuckin beats up!🔥🔥🔥

  11. 4.... ....

    Holy fuck!