Bishop Lamont - Sway Five Fingers of d**h Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] We just start off whatever, it's so retarded This is automatic the way we do it, your body get bombarded But I ain't like these other rappers, talking about they'll clap ya Cause I be at home with my daughter watching "Yo Gabba Gabba" It's nothing, it's honesty, what am I supposed to do? Talk all this crazy stuff when I'm trying to be a Jew? I got money -- I'm sorry, my apology I don't call it money, I call it Jewish technology It'll make you do a lot of things, I promise that While you jibbety-jabbing and trying to pretend rap I be doing real things; Santa Barbara, where you at? I don't even bother, I'm probably at Montecito Hanging out with Japanese, a guy guido His mother, Jewish guy talking about money I know, it's really sounding funny A capella's fine, I still talk You can wine and dine, even dance divine to the things that we put I'm on a incline Stayed silent for a while, trying to show 'em how to style Please, I ain't even gotta talk I pose, check the profile Feeling like Atlas, these rappers Colored folk Avoid em, destroy em, you know how it go If I say speak for themselves It's built up, with your flow Take it slow just for a minute Then the gimmicks don't even stop Tell me what they gonna do if they gonna get shot I ain't even gotta talk about it You know philosophies be like Aesop But they stole it from the Egyptians So I just be fitting the description You know, I be talking that this-and-that Let me slow it down, no intelligent flow These n***as now want that dumb sh** So I'm going to some dumb sh** Got that white girl, stay with 'em like Taye Diggs Yeah n***a, what it is Mind your biz n***a, stop talking that -- pay for your kids Pay child support; f** it, let me make it short Let me make it simple, n***a [Verse 2] Then we start diving, socializing Show 'em how we skydiving I be live in all the places on State Street Doing what I wanna do, always spit complete This is how it goes Used to be a project blow aside from real Medusa Aceyalone, you know, in the zone Always bring it back Show 'em what it is Always on the track This is never written So what I spit, peep Never hear it on a track or on repeat Let me make it clear Everything I utter Or forget about that bullsh**, n***a straight bu*ter I take it old school, feeling like Stud Doogie With Grand Puba; hold up, it's not a movie But you could see me, I'm like Denzel Smith With a Whitaker in between; hold up, catch a whiff That's the sh** [Verse 3] I'm sorry I don't know where it is Gotta catch the spirit, African biz There we is now, how you want the style? Don't mean sh** to me, let me take a while Show you how it is I get on that sick sh** We in Nigeria; you heard of him, deliria Every time I spit it, malaria, k** ya I ain't even saying nothing, sounds so familiar Yeah, I can do this whenever you want Off the top of the head; go ahead, jump Why even front? Kick you, knock your chest out, it ain't even an issue Let me show you what it's all about, it's official Any time I roll I don't even like the beat, I'm still gonna flow I don't know what you on I never pop no pills unless it's glutamine Supplements, that type of sh** you should've seen Boy, I was bench-pressing five hundred You don't even want it I'm just saying, I'd rather pray for you I ain't saying sh**; hear your dis, I ignore you Cause really, n***a Jesus hates you and so do I f** it, let's fly Let's keep it that way [Verse 4] Here it is, we just be chilling out Let me go back through my weekend and unwind I was getting real f**ed up, let me tell you why Man, on the heyday, chilling out with Jean Grae We was drinking too much, that vodka, OK I think we ended up at Vibe and we had a slight prob at the door They was like, no more dudes getting in, uh-uh Then you came with some broads to the door Remember that, Mick? Then we got inside and they was like, I'm sorry, no disrespect Salacious, outrageous This is what we do, making them s**ual faces I heard some people in here used to date some p**n stars That's some other sh** -- I'mma leave that out the bars Sway made me do it, Sway made me move it It's nothing, I'm kidding, it's all just music Man, check it out, we on that real sh** forever With the dope old school biz, yeah, you know we're better This is forever, this how we rock And I know n***as is listening, "The Bish is on my jock" Need the filthy delicious b**hes to jump up out they britches Give me what I need Hold up, let me tell ya Something to cherish Debbie Deb, congratulations on the marriage If you do the wedding, I'll be there, L.A But I can't commit dick suicide, I'mma stay solo Cause that's me, I'm sorry, it's just a no-no Oy! Too many n***as getting divorced Mel Gibson lost like four hundred twenty five million Read The Source!