SimpleSatisfaction by Mr. Swing Lyrics
Its been so long
Too too too long
Its been so long
Pour me, some of that
Simple satisfaction, this
Silky smooth assassin, whose
Words infused with passion, will
Soothe the searing masses
Natural fashion not a brand on my body
Heart scarred and worn like a brand on my body
Ya body, might not make it but I'll take'em in spirit
I'm hearing what you're saying, I just don't really feel it
I'm in a dead sprint, splitting ribbons like Carl Lewis
A dead sprint, hitting suckas like Ray Lewis
Put the flame to it, I'm flossing my boss status
Ball until I fall or I'm reaching hall status
Automatic, first ballot no static
All-world spitta, introducing the new Atlas
Who knew rappers, still even had flows left
Swing bringing the venom leaving'em in a cold sweat
Who goes next? No volunteering the fearful
To anybody stepping I been prepping and earful
Be careful, you see Swing is sizzling
Truly crippling dudes, ah's and oh's from the witnessing
Hand delivering finishing moves is my pedigree
If my pen moves its a spectacle of weaponry
Velvety strokes penning your death sentence effortlessly
Dishing the essence so get at me for the remedy
SWING
Its been so long
Too too too long
Its been so long
Too too too long
Since I been back, been giving 'em the work with a bent back
Been ripping every verse, never been whack
Been flipping every bird, shit has been wrapped
Maybe, absurdly berserk is just his perfect form
Never looking for perfect, just something perfect for'em
Disarmingly charming, conversing like the perfect poem
Swiftly shipwrecked in the eyes of our perfect storm
Never one to run from rain
Soon enough it comes again
Became the Ace so I could trump the game
Now I'm donald ducking all you fucking lames
Just best believe that the weave is serious
Closing relief its Swing bringing the periods
Delirious, red rum and a mixer
With the perfect twist of fate, my elixir
Simple satisfaction, oh i get mine
Tell the wackness its Swing o'clock, thats ya bedtime
Drag'em across the deadline, then pile'em a mile high
Truth is don't come out here cuz I'm out here and I'm a mile high
And thats too up, and I'm too down like VA
The team All-NBA so stick around see if we play cuz I'll BALL
Too too too long
Its been so long
Pour me, some of that
Simple satisfaction, this
Silky smooth assassin, whose
Words infused with passion, will
Soothe the searing masses
Natural fashion not a brand on my body
Heart scarred and worn like a brand on my body
Ya body, might not make it but I'll take'em in spirit
I'm hearing what you're saying, I just don't really feel it
I'm in a dead sprint, splitting ribbons like Carl Lewis
A dead sprint, hitting suckas like Ray Lewis
Put the flame to it, I'm flossing my boss status
Ball until I fall or I'm reaching hall status
Automatic, first ballot no static
All-world spitta, introducing the new Atlas
Who knew rappers, still even had flows left
Swing bringing the venom leaving'em in a cold sweat
Who goes next? No volunteering the fearful
To anybody stepping I been prepping and earful
Be careful, you see Swing is sizzling
Truly crippling dudes, ah's and oh's from the witnessing
Hand delivering finishing moves is my pedigree
If my pen moves its a spectacle of weaponry
Velvety strokes penning your death sentence effortlessly
Dishing the essence so get at me for the remedy
SWING
Its been so long
Too too too long
Its been so long
Too too too long
Since I been back, been giving 'em the work with a bent back
Been ripping every verse, never been whack
Been flipping every bird, shit has been wrapped
Maybe, absurdly berserk is just his perfect form
Never looking for perfect, just something perfect for'em
Disarmingly charming, conversing like the perfect poem
Swiftly shipwrecked in the eyes of our perfect storm
Never one to run from rain
Soon enough it comes again
Became the Ace so I could trump the game
Now I'm donald ducking all you fucking lames
Just best believe that the weave is serious
Closing relief its Swing bringing the periods
Delirious, red rum and a mixer
With the perfect twist of fate, my elixir
Simple satisfaction, oh i get mine
Tell the wackness its Swing o'clock, thats ya bedtime
Drag'em across the deadline, then pile'em a mile high
Truth is don't come out here cuz I'm out here and I'm a mile high
And thats too up, and I'm too down like VA
The team All-NBA so stick around see if we play cuz I'll BALL