Something’s Wrong With Him Royce Da 5'9" (Ft. Carlos "6 July" Broady)

[Verse 1: Royce da 5’9" & 6 July]
Uhh, yeah, my conference calls with 'Los and Kino
Consists of...
Nigga tone it down, there's way too much killin'
Of course I ignore 'em, a poor man talks
I don't give a fuck if I throw my core fans off
Pathetic war done entered my brain
And permanently changed me
Now I'm angry so fuck a metaphor
Fuck hip-hop, hip-hop sucks!
You got, niggas on top swingin' from 2Pac's nuts!
It's like I could go in the lab
And try to write somethin' that's nice or bright
But I would be holdin' back
My strength in the dark
Deep-rooted soldier inside my soul
Uncontrollable temper like the Hulk's
My wife don't like my album, it's way too dark for women
She say it sound like I hold grudges
She rather listen to Joe Budden's, no disrespect aight?
But fuck a party now and everybody like

[Hook: Royce da 5’9” & Carlos "6 July" Broady]
What's wrong witchu nigga? Every song you killin'
Every rhyme you spit is violently put
Lethal, but I have no problem
With puttin' this gun down and beatin' yo' ass up
I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will feel you
I like the dark, you cut on them lights, I will kill you
Something's wrong with him