Swerve Incoming Lyrics

(Awaken the Ashes, yuh)

(Swerve, swerve, uh)

(Uh)

Red light, blue light, mandem out here, hunger in our eyes

I like eatin' fine, spite be agin' like wine (pop, pop)

But now I gotta

Bring it in (pff)

Ignite it (sss)

Outta sight

Been writin'

I'm way too blindin' (ay)

Meet a crypsis crisis

Moved across the seas, wrist livin' on high tide

Got the streets, condemned, still yelling "free the writer"

I got two genres brewin' (ATA, yeah)

I can't just be ridin' waves

Trust the painting's almost dry

The wringer's digging graves (aah)

(Shh)

MCs talk too much, indictments in a club (sticky, uh)

Don't wanna hear that you made one hundred songs in a month (shh, shh)

Y'all simply ain't keepin' up

Opuses speak for themselves when one puts hundreds into one (shh)

They're tryin' to get me out of my depths, you Heard?

Chasin' paper (uh)

My phone just got hit with an Amber alert

Just because I ain't speak up, doesn't mean you get to speak first

My eyes and ears sparkle from blood diamonds within me I'd unearthed

(Unearthed, unearthed)

I don't quite think you get it (changin' every minute)

You can't be released, false prophecies

They tellin' you that they got a lock on these melodies

Now, I'm getting stressed out with mellow ease

Hell, growin' up, I got used to a lotta ketamines

Mama preached that I give my enemies a lease as far as I can see

But now, dealers turn to me (king, king)

(Ah-ah, ah-ah, aaa)

Used to two pairs, N and I runnin' with chains (ah-aa-ah-aaa)

Sis got airtime too

So, I got her notes in my veins (Oo-ah-ah, oo-ah-ah)

The needle and the groove (yeah, yeah)

Father said hide your ace (yeah, yeah, ace, ace)

With it, I'll align more than the stars, time and space to leave us enclosed (ace)

Listen when I say that I be loving harder than I (rage, ooo)

Jumpin' in, so clean

Fresh off the boat, but I'm old to the scene

But I couldn't foresee, would the crowd even accept me?

Eighteen, couldn't speak my epiphanies

Big dreams 'cause my squad ran the race with me

BC, cut the BS, and it hits me

Lyrical machine, I'ma earn my streams

High key, I don't give a shit if I ain't mainstream

Unseen (ah-ah-aaa)

I don't know what I have to do can't take it anymore

Maybe God will listen if I do what I prayed for

(Ay, ay)

Can't dwell on our pain

(Ay, ay, what?)

Got the whole world to gain

Just ruffling feathers of the quilt in my brain

I'm addicted to serving the people again

(Yuh)

Tracking albums with a fractured wrist, I'm used to the handy swish and flick

Like literally, my guitars whammy as I downpick strings

Icy in ITH, so I know how frostbite stings

Flames, spontaneous combustion 'cause I know that I'm a phoenix

I'ma rise from the fire (yeah)

Better take cover 'cause we know what we gotta do

Take it up a notch then go even higher (facts)

Call me a Catch-22, how the fuck can you be spittin' flames and still be so icy? (icy)

Girl, what the fuck is chai tea? (heh, heh)

I would never let a genre define me

Gotta get my billables when my syllables be visible from every single killable verse

Done playing Mr Nice Guy, sky high

'Cause I look down from the clouds to where the rap mortals die

(Ay, ay)

I don't really think you can handle being around

(Ay, ay, what?)

It's easy when you're winning but it all

Trust me

It all gets, well

Sketchy (ha, ha)

(What? what? what?)

Lying dormant

I woke up 'cause all of new rap is abhorrent

Taught myself how to make a fuckin' beat

To make a fuckin' beat that wasn't as boring (ah)

Val x NRB (yeah)

Remember the name, the game

We got the same picture, the frame ain't the same like (ah)

We goin' Super Saiyan Blue

Playboy, but not Carti

Girl, I'ma need a plus one

At the Grammy after- (what?)

Got more records on my mind, keep the currency like (ah)

From the Nine-One and the One, it's an emergency like (facts)

Spinnin' the competition (what?)

Like they fell asleep (ah)

Swerve incoming (ah)

Leave a legacy like (woah)

They said that I could, dunno if I should

And now I can tell you what's good (what?)

Now, this a casual Tuesday

We rave in the middle of the woods (whew)

The shoes that I'm gonna fill ain't that big

That shit was never goin' fit me (yeah)

Awaken not one but two genres

Future Hendrix but I'm Pluto and Jimi

(Hmm-mmm)

You serious, bruh? (aaa)

(Ha, ha, ha)

(Aaa) Bodying the game from the Nine-One

And they don't even know that the swerve ain't here yet

(Ain't no way, man)

(Ha, ha)