Swing Around Lyrics

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

Haha

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 strivin' 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 feelin' the sound

So I got right off my feet and started swingin' 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 flowin' nice and freely

Feelin' kinda breezy, that line was a little AC

Huh

These vocals are the framin'

The piano's a paintin'

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 hittin' the booth

Makin' hairs stand, with a strand I am splittin' the truth

Woo!

You got a weak rhyme design I redefine each line

A mastermind premierin' 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 dropped

Now tick tock on the clock, battle with no apologies

Then they try to fire back, writer's block almost constantly

Chokin' any of ya up, forget what you're thinkin'

I'm the one doing the rappin' (What?)

You losers are just singin'!

Soon as I heard this beat, I was feelin' the sound

So I got right off my feet and started swingin' 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 feelin' the sound

So I got right off my feet and started swingin' 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

Steppin' 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 fillin' this choice

Like a Sorrell to a Royce, this boy is comin' to spit

(And what?)

Featurin' a plethora of talented wit

Wit, era, a-wit, a-wit, era

Here we're goin'

Take this dust and eat it

I never it the track, I beat it

Seein' all these fine punches that I'm sayin'

I'm like a golden goose, gander Midas touches that I'm layin'

I'm way in (Chicka)

This varsity in the '50s, you with me? (Yup)

Doubtin' the possibility of listening

And then boom, now suddenly I'm winning

My victory, makes pipsqueaks start putting in sick leave

Learned from the 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 feelin' the sound

So I got right off my feet and started swingin' 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 feelin' the sound

So I got right off my feet and started swingin' around

And right now I'm the best of the era, era, chicka

Era, era, era, era, chicka, chicka