S.W.I.M by Nazywrite Lyrics
Intro:
Mind over matter
My mind over matter
Your mind made of matter
My MK ultra
Your MK altered
Mind trick Jedi
Aim skills deadeye
Track still landmine
Art still aquic
Fans go pisces. Uh
VERSE 1:
They stepped out to box I stepped out of the box unorthodox
The only one of my species an alien to your thesis
Clean flows no feces
I know a lot homies that love God but still can't make it to church
Reason why I keep this curse words out of my verse
Help them navigate through pearly gates
Though considered renegades
I don't fit the edifice
The modern days conglomerate
Stand out I don't congregate this black skin illuminate
The reason you won't think is the reason I won't rap
Word to Canibus the industry a carnival
Fashion over verses
Truth in different clothing
You cloaking virtually you'll find out I'm not virtual am actual
Factual ideologies plaguing your philosophy
I do this with alacrity not minding your policy
Top 5 top 10 stop that blah blah
The underground don't billboard graffiti on stop signs
I am not just human you terrestrials I'm extra
Third eye winking at your blind spot
Meditate elevate than educated
Apocalyptic slavery days these gymnastics I hope you do carry weight
I drive crazy Jesus take the wheel Carrie Underwood
I got the tools to leave your dentures lose the screwdriver move
Lines punch better than Mayweather
I got good creds I'm train better
(Yeah huh)
VERSE 2:
A thought juggler with time traveler techniques
I got the skills bring back Rakim, Eric B
Big L that Eazy-E
With a blindfold I can show you where I come from a Tribe called quest
I earn stripes as tribal marks I'm well cultured
Spare the rod and spoil the child
Reason why these bars give good whooping
A chef's lifestyle I'm still cooking
The act librarian still booking yeah
Still running the marathon
Couldn't pass the baton on
Cause these pigs don't handle pearls nicely
Swift feet still running the game, precisely
I'm Hermes they can't catch me
Like the dope boys running from the feds daily
They don't like it but they got to pay the bills
But some greed filled folks won't give them the seats
And they still ask we why the youths crazy
You never gave alms so we raise arms like sons and daughters
Click BLAM! at one another
You messed us up unprotected
Now street got young mother's with youngs murdered you monsters
Don't make me act a fool and clandestine with a clan this time
Tell them click clack aim with pride
Till you realize your television never televised the revolution I'm not telling lies
You talk that walk I walk that talk
Cuz the boy is locomotive
Your motives drives you I drive my motives
My art synapses I surf on brain waves yeah
The shallow minded drown in my verse
I'm 3 deep when I converse go get a swimsuit
Like Michael Phelps my homies know this Waters well
Yeah swim!
OUTRO:
O.J.B
Super liminal lyrical individual
Mind over matter
My mind over matter
Your mind made of matter
My MK ultra
Your MK altered
Mind trick Jedi
Aim skills deadeye
Track still landmine
Art still aquic
Fans go pisces. Uh
VERSE 1:
They stepped out to box I stepped out of the box unorthodox
The only one of my species an alien to your thesis
Clean flows no feces
I know a lot homies that love God but still can't make it to church
Reason why I keep this curse words out of my verse
Help them navigate through pearly gates
Though considered renegades
I don't fit the edifice
The modern days conglomerate
Stand out I don't congregate this black skin illuminate
The reason you won't think is the reason I won't rap
Word to Canibus the industry a carnival
Fashion over verses
Truth in different clothing
You cloaking virtually you'll find out I'm not virtual am actual
Factual ideologies plaguing your philosophy
I do this with alacrity not minding your policy
Top 5 top 10 stop that blah blah
The underground don't billboard graffiti on stop signs
I am not just human you terrestrials I'm extra
Third eye winking at your blind spot
Meditate elevate than educated
Apocalyptic slavery days these gymnastics I hope you do carry weight
I drive crazy Jesus take the wheel Carrie Underwood
I got the tools to leave your dentures lose the screwdriver move
Lines punch better than Mayweather
I got good creds I'm train better
(Yeah huh)
VERSE 2:
A thought juggler with time traveler techniques
I got the skills bring back Rakim, Eric B
Big L that Eazy-E
With a blindfold I can show you where I come from a Tribe called quest
I earn stripes as tribal marks I'm well cultured
Spare the rod and spoil the child
Reason why these bars give good whooping
A chef's lifestyle I'm still cooking
The act librarian still booking yeah
Still running the marathon
Couldn't pass the baton on
Cause these pigs don't handle pearls nicely
Swift feet still running the game, precisely
I'm Hermes they can't catch me
Like the dope boys running from the feds daily
They don't like it but they got to pay the bills
But some greed filled folks won't give them the seats
And they still ask we why the youths crazy
You never gave alms so we raise arms like sons and daughters
Click BLAM! at one another
You messed us up unprotected
Now street got young mother's with youngs murdered you monsters
Don't make me act a fool and clandestine with a clan this time
Tell them click clack aim with pride
Till you realize your television never televised the revolution I'm not telling lies
You talk that walk I walk that talk
Cuz the boy is locomotive
Your motives drives you I drive my motives
My art synapses I surf on brain waves yeah
The shallow minded drown in my verse
I'm 3 deep when I converse go get a swimsuit
Like Michael Phelps my homies know this Waters well
Yeah swim!
OUTRO:
O.J.B
Super liminal lyrical individual