This Sword I Got Lyrics

I don't need your bars or your metaphors I'm thirsty, I'm tryna tap into the reservoir

I'm hungry, that's what I'm on this daily bread for

I need the blood like a bed bug on ya head board

It'll stretch ya, direct ya, redirect ya, affect ya, this sword I got

It'll cut ya, touch ya, then retouch ya, instruct ya, this sword I got

This sword I got, it's two edged double the blade

It'll give you a new edge once it cuts you a fade

Tighten your locks up, platt you some braids

Square your box up, give your afro some shape

Wash ya , cleanse ya, and rinse ya, condition ya slow

Give you some new color after lifting the old

Give you the healthy shine, conditioning glow

Trim and oil your beard to get it to grow

But you gotta keep you a touch up, get those in

Daily application gotta fit those in

Be sure to make your appointments to clip those ends

Let everybody see your new do, get going

It'll stretch ya, direct ya, redirect ya, affect ya, this sword I got

It'll cut ya, touch ya, then retouch ya, instruct ya, this sword I got

I don't need your bars or your metaphors

I'm thirsty, I'm trying to tap into the reservoir

I'm hungry, that's what I'm on this daily bread for

I need the blood like a bed bug on your head board

It'll sharpen you like a shank in the federal pen

Cut you to the bone to that marrow within

Prick you in your heart then take care of your kin

All of y'all can get it, be dead to your sin

It'll make you a witness once it brings you to life

Tell everybody who did this, the king of your life

Put your flesh under arrest and read your spirit your rights

Book you in and get you suited for the spiritual fight

Set you free like a parolee, no papers involved

All of your past convictions, the savior resolved

Got you good with the judge, favor and all

You ain't gotta come out your pocket, he paid for it all

It'll stretch ya direct ya redirect ya affect ya

This sword I got

It'll cut ya touch ya and retouch you

Instruct ya, this sword I got

I don't need your bars or your metaphors

I'm thirsty, I'm trying to tap into the reservoir

I'm hungry, that's what I'm on this daily bread for

I need the blood like a bead bug on your head board

It'll cut you like a box cutter, open you up

Peel off that outside layer, player, show you some stuff

Like all of that damaged merchandise, broken and scuffed

Things that's weighing you down slash holding you up

It'll lift the things that burden you, lighten the load

Things you can't see that's hurting you, that light will expose

Track you back to where it started once you're type in the code

Then tie up them loose ends, baby, tighten the rope

Then get you right out on the right route where you should be preferably

New faces, new places where you could be definitely

On a quest in a new direction to your would be destiny

Once I picked up his sword boy He took me effortlessly

I don't need your bars or your metaphors

I'm thirsty, I'm trying to tap into the reservoir

I'm hungry, that's what I'm on this daily bread for

I need the blood like a bed bug on your head board

It'll stretch ya, direct you, redirect you, affect you

This sword I got

It'll cut ya, touch ya, then retouch ya

Instruct ya, This sword I got

This swordI got