Artist: Royce Da 5'9" Album: Layers Song: Wait Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Royce Da 5'9"] Bein feared goes farther than any part of me havin respect does So I play to the tune of my own eardrum While I'm out on my +Quest love+ I don't speak on behalf of myself but, my impeccable rep does Christmas morning I remember wakin up wishin I could just go to sleep Cause we only got like, two toys apiece I asked my pops did he do more for me? He said "Yes, I got you clothes and heat, and let you keep a whole two rows of teeth" Ha, I'm royalty; I took whoopings, I took losses but no defeats Done been dropped and been shelved with no release Been in jail, no commissary or relief But God looks over me, like a cross and rosary Rifle in hand, I let niggaz have it, I won't hesitate Sprites, only cans in the cabinet, Section 8 My son got on them 350 boots Kanye West, is dressed in Bape Askin me questions 'bout gettin to second base Uhh, wifey textin SMH House phone ringin off the hook, conference calls from record labels, guess I'm late But, my other son's autistic, he wants my attention This might just be my definin moment, let them wait! [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] It's my time now nigga, let them wait Pick up the phone, tell 'em hold, let them wait Old friends comin to they senses tryna reconcile after I fell out with 'em But FUCK them niggaz, let them wait! [Royce Da 5'9"] Wait, I'm here for that green, for that mula You scheme I see right through ya, I'm regal like Akeem father King of Zamunda One thing's for sure I think they do know That me and Porter and Jake Uno, we don't play no games, no we play sumo We attempt to flatten, interactin with all these average flaccid defenseless rappers I have no problem killin like synth assassins They temper's bad when my temper's graphic They hide or they fly while I'm high and flyer, I'm intergalactic, I've been spectacular Flippin like I invented spatulas My lyrics is futuristic, I'm in here with my vintage ratchet with prints and scratches My mental actually incapacitates fast as my passion And pen surpasses my Aston and leave a skid row in the street like I'm into smackin I fill my engine with acid with my finger wrapped around a hair-trigger that resembles lashes I get into bitches quick and then I get distracted I'm like the stock market, just like that, my interest crashes Like a cymbal, my symbol should be expensive glasses She with me, she a afro-centric nympho chick with a ass did Uh, she callin me back-to-back for a second date While my ex is callin for make-up-dick, let them wait! Money all over the ground like Scotty from New Jack City, I weapon wave Everybody step away They said that we should go our separate ways in high school, now they wanna jump the line at my shows, let them wait! My whole life they pressured me, let them wait You rushin me you rushin excellence, let them wait Police in my rear-view mirror with they sirens on but I'ma call my lawyer first 'fore I pull over, let them wait! [Chorus]