[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