Time PRhyme (Ft. Royce Da 5'9")

Part 1 - New York City: Nov. 13, 1992

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Ayo, get Frank the Butcher on the phone. Tell him it's in style to be a lyricist again. Tell him I'm fresh as fuck. Get FILA on the phone. Tell 'em I'm fresh as fuck. Let's collab

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
All these Larry Hoover comparisons
They all foolish, they untrue and they too common
Me? They'll probably mummify me
With my penis still erect like Tutankhamun
They say that I'm out of my noodle while I'm freestylin'
Cause I come off the roof with rhymin'
Make money very fast, so fast I gotta bury cash
I'm Nicky Barnes in Barneys
Wishin' I had 50 arms so I could carry bags
Ask around, ho, I'm lowkey wacko
Ask if I'm OG, I answer back like OG Maco
Niggas askin', "Why'd you did that underground album?"
I ask, "What you ask for?"
Matter of fact, so what? My style is art
I might drop this PRhyme shit, then say, "Fuck an album"
Start lunchin' and drop a couple cold cuts À la carte
I got a good life, man, we rich and they're broke
They get bread, the knot in my pocket the size of Dej Loaf
We live, we ride, them 850is
We love to call a pair of FILAs them FILAs