Chris Vasquez - Swing Low lyrics

[Scratched Intro] Are your ready [Verse 1] Whoa now, slow down Let me kick you something I just wrote down I was sittin', thinkin' Eatin' some chicken Rhymes are flippin' In my mental vision And I was just thinkin' 'Bout things that were written About life and love and the life that we're livin' (yeah) People can't accept the things that we're given So me and my crew man we just stay hidden So I day 'neath a chestnut tree Talkin' to Clay and just shootin' the breeze But I'm okay God provides my needs And I hear You speak as I quietly read And it seems kinda good that nowadays As I pa** by they know my name But it seems even quicker that they pa** the blame But I guess that it comes with the pa**ing fame And don't be suprised - see tears in my eyes All you dudes do is criticize But like whoa, I know When I kick the show All you people don't know You can't handle the flow But through tribulation comes the patience So let's set this off without hesitation Song goes like this right [Chorus] Swing low, sweet chariot Father come down here and take me up 'Cause I don't think they can handle my flow Or the fact that You live in us They criticize and size me up But we only answer to the One above [Hook] Y'all ain't ready Y'all ain't ready Man y'all ain't ready Alright y'all ain't ready Y'all ain't ready Y'all ain't ready Man y'all ain't ready so Here we go [Verse 2] Well we've been marching, seems like, ten long years The seas we've been parting they've just disappeared My fam we've been rollin', forever plus one night Yesterday is the new tomorrow won't let us, pa** us by Where I come from we learn to run Before we walk And where I come from we learn to sing, before we talk And where I come from we learn to die, before we live So when it all falls down upon our heads yeah, we can give [Chorus] Swing low, sweet chariot Father come down here and take me up 'Cause I don't think they can handle my flow Or the fact that You live in us (yeah) They criticize and size me up But we only answer to the One above [Hook] Y'all ain't ready Y'all ain't ready Man y'all ain't ready Alright y'all ain't ready Y'all ain't ready Y'all ain't ready Man y'all ain't ready so Here we go [Verse 3] And this might sound like a vintage flow That's why I writ this though So I can let y'all know Some days is hard, we don't make no dough But okay, with you Lord I won't sway Even if they keep their talking all day I keep it on my knees, to You I pray So I spit fire, spit balls of flame And if I misfire they could cost the game But then they walk by like they ashamed But then I smile like, "what's His name" And no matter what they say We make these beats knock Piano in the composition It makes the song rock They play, I faze, I make the flow lock Everything that was HOT, count it all a loss Me and my crew laid it down for the cross Through woes, bust shows, and I brush my clothes D-A-T come through everybody's like "whoa" So swing low Swing low yeah [Chorus] Swing low, sweet chariot Father come down here and take me up 'Cause I don't think they can handle my flow Or the fact that You live in us They criticize and size me up But we only answer to the one above [Hook] Y'all ain't ready Y'all ain't ready Man y'all ain't ready You all ain't ready Nah y'all ain't ready Y'all ain't ready Man y'all ain't ready so Here we go [Outro] Y'all ain't ready Man y'all ain't ready Nah y'all ain't ready Y'all ain't ready Y'all ain't ready Y'all ain't ready Y'all ain't ready so Here we go