[Verse: Mr. Swing]
Uh, I'm coming smoother than most
The toast of the town, ears close to the ground
They hear me, off the richter and I'm making my rounds
Cracking earth, wrapping herb, and blazing the sound
I been, round and round this world we live in
Pound for pound one of the illest livin'
Breathin' heathens of this rap sh**
Hot guano, you know, I'm dropping bat sh**
Crazy, the cranium is packin' stadiums
And the cemeteries, pushing geraniums or daisies
I'mmmmm not quite sure which
Bare those teeth and I'll eat your porridge
Goldenboy puts the wack in storage
Soon enough we'll have a rap game shortage
Not in my right mind, must have left it somewhere
Spending my downtime wondering how I got up here
So high, like get down from there
High society, dashing and debonair
With a flare, for the rhythmic kick and snare
I declare war on the unaware
BEWARE, droppin gemstones so I must be rare
The track shredder, leave'em beyond repair
I declare, you won't have to check for me
Cuz very soon I'll be everywhere