Swing Around (Slow & Reverb)

You know
What
As a rapper
Yeah
You wanna go in with a purpose, a theme
Uh-huh
But sometimes you just gotta have fun, ya know
Let's go

It's the old-school from '02, best believe I'm here now
A public enemy for rap and don't need lyrics cleared out
It's only been a year now a masta crafta wordsmith
Without sippin' chemicals, so you know I earned this
You're annoying like ants so it's not hard to see
You put words on a branch you still couldn't write poetry
Write poetry
Better stay out of my circuit
I'd rather be a dead boy than bear all the burdens
But I'll work away and keep striving every day
Till the moment I can finally say
Aye we're cool Jay
Get schooled, slayed when I lay on every other school day
Fools may get played, that's why they have the rules made
Choose mates to save? It's too late
Ooo k
We the best through Spain and all the way to Goose Bay
So don't come at me, misfires can be a bad habit
I'm back at it, the true tales of a rap addict

Soon as I heard this beat, I was feeling the sound
So I got right off my feet and started swinging around
And right now I'm the best of the era era chicka
Era era era era chicka chicka

These lines are kinda cheesy, but I flowing nice and freely
Feeling kinda breezy, that line was a little AC
Huh
These vocals are the framing
The piano's a painting
Feel like I'm going insane
Cause what I say what I do
It shouldn't matter to you
It's pure bliss when I'm hitting the booth
Making hairs stand, with a strand I am splitting the truth
Woo
You got a weak rhyme design I redefine each line
A mastermind premiering in his infinite prime
And when I'm here, I'll do my best
So I gotta make sure
I put my blood sweat and emphasis into every word
To maintain a status on top
The only thing that falls off is the beat when it drops
Now tick tock on the clock, battle with no apologies
Then they try to fire back, writer's block almost constantly
Choking any of ya up, forget what you're thinking
I'm the one doing the rapping
What
You losers are just singing

Soon as I heard this beat, I was feeling the sound
So I got right off my feet and started swinging around
And right now I'm the best of the era era chicka
Era era era era chicka chicka
Soon as I heard this beat, I was feeling the sound
So I got right off my feet and started swinging around
And right now I'm the best of the era era chicka
Era era era era chicka chicka

Some may call it a hobby
Stepping to spit to a beat
A code they'll never decipher
So they can suffer defeat
Suffer defeat
But just listen to me
You hear the glee in my voice
On those jazzy work keys
Bliss filling this choice
Like a Sorrell to a Royce, this boy is coming to spit
And what
Featuring a plethora of talented wit
Wit, era, wit, wit, era
Here we're going
Take this dust and eat it
I never it the track I beat it
Seeing all these fine punches that I'm saying
I'm like a golden goose, gander Midas touches that I'm laying
I'm way in
Chicka
This varsity in the 50's, you with me
Yup
Doubting the possibility of listening
Then boom, now suddenly I'm winning
My victory, makes pipsqueaks start putting in sick leave
Learned from right influences, you just got told fool
New hits, no two cents
That's why I keep it old-school

Soon as I heard this beat, I was feeling the sound
So I got right off my feet and started swinging around
And right now I'm the best of the era era chicka
Era era era era chicka chicka
Soon as I heard this beat, I was feeling the sound
So I got right off my feet and started swinging around
And right now I'm the best of the era era chicka
Era era era era chicka chicka