While we all wait for PRhyme 2 to reach our ears, Royce Da 5’9″ announced earlier today that he is releasing a his sixth studio solo album, LAYERS, on April 15th via Bad Half Entertainment/INgrooves.
This will be his first solo album since 2011, and this time Royce plans to show his growth as an emcee after Bad Meets Evil, Slaughterhouse, and PRhyme.
“This album was the first album that I spent a lot of time putting it together as a complete thought,” explains Royce Da 5’9.” “Most of my albums reflect an emotion based off of my feelings. Death Is Certain was dark because of everything I was going through; this album reflects my emotion, but also my thoughts. I’ve learned a lot from being apart of Bad Meets Evil, Slaughterhouse and PRhyme and I’ve had the opportunity to use all of those experiences to better myself as artist, so it’s very exciting to see how those experiences will affect my career.”
While we wait on LAYERS, enjoy this a cappella verse from a track titled, “Hard” down below.
With the visual debuted by Ambrosia For Heads, check out the precision in his words below.
“A lot of people ask me since I’m a lyricist / In this business / How come I haven’t gone broke yet? / I tell ’em it’s ’cause I’m the flyest backpacker, ever / I’m flyer than Mos Def / In the Trump Tower / Surrounded by four chefs / Fixing him some salmon croquettes / With Kendrick, Cole, and Kweli / In their dinner clothes. Try me / You and your crew will bleed / Y’all bums ain’t shot for the stars / Just New Years Eve / Nothin’ was given to me / I had to go up side heads just to get up side hills / Never over-the-hill though, so I don’t strike when the iron is hot / I strike whenever the fuck I feel / I eat what the fuck I kill / I got this way from not being allowed to eat dinner / If you knew how much I’d lost, you’d have no problem with me winnin’ / How many times—how many times—how many times could I be reinvented? / Money is the deadlier of the five venoms / In my denim / Definitely got a widen ’em / Garages with cars in ’em / Hangin’ out at bars to have menages with bartenders / God was an artist, and Jesus was a car-penter / They put me together like an easel / In the darkness of hell / And lost it / And left me some loose screws, but these are the nails to your coffin / These are the folk tales of a starving artists / Battling demons / Through his notepad / Like Adam and Eve /Eating kale in the garden / Flying private away from all charges / As my Layers keep evolving.”