SwaySwaySweetLoverBoiz Power Block Hour by P. Contender Lyrics
I like to make beats, and write rhymes, and do my thang
We'll watch them flea to the void
Cuz they lacking with the passion, come fast with the backhand
I'm a bad man, leave you bastards asking bout the hand cramps
And you're mad? exactly what's the problem?
Been calling on me since autumn
And I probably thought that you were falling
It's just the roach's crawl
Fall out in my words
Radiate to be heard
Got a gradient to deter
Steady headed towards the cure
Fuck the bottle, I don't doddle with the lotto
I'm a mothafuckin' model of success
You smell that shit upon my breath
Some say that turns friends to enemies, man you're kidding me
How's that shit gonna matter when no one's around anyways?
My whole life at 25 was a training day
At 26, I'd now like to resign your playing space
Back with the back talk, never slack off
It's the mac of the bad floss, making you soft
I'm a bastard, for I was bore out of wedlock
Faster learning, smashing the bedrock
Hype when you see me flying, exciting
I just be reminded of dying
Tie me up for casting my spells
Ply me up for shedding my tears
Might as well just be from hell
Light up, burnt pants on sale
Motherfuckers got a way to pull up in ya life on any kind of night
Start a random fight, I'm never kinda nice
You'll get bit by my ice, come by homeboy
And think twice, I got your size
Cigarillo full of middow, I blow like the trees in otter creek
Flow like the waves in augustine, know what I mean? Then pity me
Signing my name to my own degree
Crawling out the lake coming from the sea
Some people fake but we will see
Find our own way to be --------
We'll watch them flea to the void
Cuz they lacking with the passion, come fast with the backhand
I'm a bad man, leave you bastards asking bout the hand cramps
And you're mad? exactly what's the problem?
Been calling on me since autumn
And I probably thought that you were falling
It's just the roach's crawl
Fall out in my words
Radiate to be heard
Got a gradient to deter
Steady headed towards the cure
Fuck the bottle, I don't doddle with the lotto
I'm a mothafuckin' model of success
You smell that shit upon my breath
Some say that turns friends to enemies, man you're kidding me
How's that shit gonna matter when no one's around anyways?
My whole life at 25 was a training day
At 26, I'd now like to resign your playing space
Back with the back talk, never slack off
It's the mac of the bad floss, making you soft
I'm a bastard, for I was bore out of wedlock
Faster learning, smashing the bedrock
Hype when you see me flying, exciting
I just be reminded of dying
Tie me up for casting my spells
Ply me up for shedding my tears
Might as well just be from hell
Light up, burnt pants on sale
Motherfuckers got a way to pull up in ya life on any kind of night
Start a random fight, I'm never kinda nice
You'll get bit by my ice, come by homeboy
And think twice, I got your size
Cigarillo full of middow, I blow like the trees in otter creek
Flow like the waves in augustine, know what I mean? Then pity me
Signing my name to my own degree
Crawling out the lake coming from the sea
Some people fake but we will see
Find our own way to be --------