Swinging Hits

You must be clowning, boy, you think I'm drowned in joy?

My sound destroys, I'm fucking around with noise.

Down with choices, i'm the only other option

Dropping hot songs like doctors in Compton

Hot-boxing herbal plants, got lots of herbal strands

Buncha nocturnal plans, quicker than Gerbil hands

You see us momentarily and even then rarely

Scared to be there when we share our care-free therapy

 

I'm sorry am I spitting too fast for you to keep up?

Maybe I'll delete stuff and slow the beat up?

Please just keep it up, you know that I'm steeped in love

This mic and i are one, you don't want a piece of us

Stop me, someone, I'm begging you, do it

I'm through with this, doing shit for loser kids.

Get your own outlet this one's mine, i claim it

You claim to be insane but your brain is in sane grips

 

Mine is insane, bitch you wanna get maimed quick?

I'll stain your veins with the spray that I may spit

You wanna be the greatest but you're focused on the prize

You need to realize that this game is full of lies.

Just because you're mad don't mean you should win.

It's gotta be earned and then still you need to work it in.

Sorry but I'm out, like old fads and sold snacks

..My mind is emptier than bowl packs and cold baths.