Intro (I Got This)
Name: Tom Swifty
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Name: Tom Swifty
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Name: Tom Swifty
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Name: Tom Swifty
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Well, I been flipping rhymes for grips of time and just can't seem to quit it now
This just a warm-up to help you get with my style
Always wanted to make movies, but this was cheaper--sue me
Solo now, been in a few crews, been cuffed and treated rudely
By po-pos with the doors closed and the .44s sticking out the window
Smokin indo and I don't know when I'll see the sun again, so
A fistful of dollars all I got until tomorrow
When I borrow cups of sorrow, feelin vengeful
I'm Tom Swifty, so my quotes are always nifty
Call and get me out of bed, I'll slap these rappers till they all silly
Ah, really? No, on the contrilly, battle-rappin's fun, but I think I'm done
Or maybe not... feel me
Flex! One of the questions that needs to be in session
Is how to liberate our minds before the next election
This tension is getting hotter and higher in suspension
To cut it, we'd need a blade sharper than my mind and then some
Seven years old, ready to roll, ten years later, started to rock it
Leaving these cats with the mental equivalent of jock-itch
I got this, son, don't even try to act so ominous
I posit that I'm peerless, that's a promise
Nonsense is all I hear and falseness is always clear
When bosses be calling here to try and get my respect
Stop this, they call me weird for caustically domineering
I'm sent from heaven, never been here-keep it a secret
Shhh... just keep that shit to yourself for now
I get ya twisted like the liquor on ya shelf-blowe
Just so ya know, I drop that top flow
That on-time flow, hey ma, look at me shine flow
Some call it divine flow, I just spit what I know
That sorta kinda borderline insanity in my flow
Lie low, I'm bout to spray y'all, son
The five-o clock my flow with a radar gun
Name: Tom Swifty
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Name: Tom Swifty
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Name: Tom Swifty
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Name: Tom Swifty
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Name: Tom Swifty
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Name: Tom Swifty
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Name: Tom Swifty
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Well, I been flipping rhymes for grips of time and just can't seem to quit it now
This just a warm-up to help you get with my style
Always wanted to make movies, but this was cheaper--sue me
Solo now, been in a few crews, been cuffed and treated rudely
By po-pos with the doors closed and the .44s sticking out the window
Smokin indo and I don't know when I'll see the sun again, so
A fistful of dollars all I got until tomorrow
When I borrow cups of sorrow, feelin vengeful
I'm Tom Swifty, so my quotes are always nifty
Call and get me out of bed, I'll slap these rappers till they all silly
Ah, really? No, on the contrilly, battle-rappin's fun, but I think I'm done
Or maybe not... feel me
Flex! One of the questions that needs to be in session
Is how to liberate our minds before the next election
This tension is getting hotter and higher in suspension
To cut it, we'd need a blade sharper than my mind and then some
Seven years old, ready to roll, ten years later, started to rock it
Leaving these cats with the mental equivalent of jock-itch
I got this, son, don't even try to act so ominous
I posit that I'm peerless, that's a promise
Nonsense is all I hear and falseness is always clear
When bosses be calling here to try and get my respect
Stop this, they call me weird for caustically domineering
I'm sent from heaven, never been here-keep it a secret
Shhh... just keep that shit to yourself for now
I get ya twisted like the liquor on ya shelf-blowe
Just so ya know, I drop that top flow
That on-time flow, hey ma, look at me shine flow
Some call it divine flow, I just spit what I know
That sorta kinda borderline insanity in my flow
Lie low, I'm bout to spray y'all, son
The five-o clock my flow with a radar gun
Name: Tom Swifty
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Name: Tom Swifty
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Name: Tom Swifty
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Name: Tom Swifty
Age: none of ya business
Occupation: witness
Religion: musician
Credits
Writer(s): Ezra Stead
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