Swing Around

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
And 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
(Tell 'em!)
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