...STUN!
[Hook]
You see me comin' up? Hard to ignore
I know the way y'all do it; that's been done before
You and me? We ain't the same
We on different platforms; two different games
So swerve, brotha. Swerve, brotha
(You ain't on my level, so...)
Swerve, brotha. Swerve, brotha
(Swerve, brotha. Swerve, brotha.)
So swerve, brotha. Swerve, brotha
(Get your foot up off the pedal and...)
Swerve, brotha. Swerve, brotha
(Swerve, brotha. Swerve, brotha.)
[Verse 1: Snow]
SNOW!
All these lames talkin' noise, get out my way
Swerving past these haters like I'm on a highway
Kinda like I'm in a movie - just call me Vin Diesel
Our music's so ill, it's contagious like the measles
Infecting everybody - ain't nobody out there safe
Journey to the top and it's causin' haters to chafe
We were the underdogs, now we somethin' you can't ignore
In the race, you at the coastline and we past offshore
Now it's my call to duty, mayne - to go and k** the game
The top is in my target and I'm sniping all these lames
Blow up the industry, slaughter everything in sight
Genocide these rappers 'til they don't exist, alright?
Snow on the track, so you know I cause a glacier
We're hip-hop heavyweights while you somethin' like a blazer
Wreckin' everything - drunk driver status, so I swerve
We on two different levels - show me the shine I deserve
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Khrystopher Williams]
Uh, some call me gay, some call me trite, some call me flaker
But I just keep on movin' like I am a freighter
I ain't got nothin' to gain with all this traffic in my lane
You see, I never really cared about a hater
Despite my moves makin' all the rage greater
It doesn't hurt to blow heads up like an inflator
And watch them explode like the lab on the title card of Breaking Bad
Khrys will light 'em up like he's a Violator, okay?
Is an introduction really needed?
Put a decade in this craft and now the grind is unimpeded
Me and Snow got it on lock, we the last of a dying breed
Hip-hop veterans us be - it's intended no one's better than we
And you would think that all this rap is getting old
But in this triangle I reside, all I see is fool's gold
Though I see it and the eyesight's decent, they don't see it neither share it
Guess I'll help their eyesight - I just spit 24 karats, whoa!
[Hook]
[Verse 3a: Snow]
Hop on the track again, I had to tell y'all two times
That we the dopest in this joint, for every rhyme for rhymes
We up-and-comin' stars, so go show us some respect
Before we take your career, slice it, and then dissect
Then throw it in the garbage, just call me the garbage man
'Cuz we throwin' these trash rappers in the garbage can
Lyrical haymakers and it's makin' their heads spin
Now go and finish these boys, K-Will I'll tag you in
[Verse 3b: Khrystopher Williams]
After all this time, they expected me to throw in the towel
But what on God's green earth made you ever think that I'll stop now?
I'm just warming up - there is no need for me to repeat it
I might choose to hear the evil, but who are you to say I'll heed it?
These dreams and goals to you is ambition deferred to me
I'm already living in mine, and if a dream this really be
Then I ain't gonna ever wake up, never ever wake up, never ever wake up
Ever wake up, so you better get Skechers and get shaped up, YUP!