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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #991
Peak in subgenre #548
Author
Briggs
Uploaded
May 14, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 2:46
Lyrics
(Chorus)
Midwest swing; its a Midwest thing
You sophomore cause I been freshman
Its a Midwest swing; its a Chi town thing
Flowing so lyrical I win that game
(verse 1)
Blazed, Im in a daze heres a phrase, I praise
Most these kids rhyming week they just equal 7 days
I slay, you best behave they amazed when they here me flow,
Well equipped material imperial its serial
For real theres no chance well Im hoping for a miracle
Im grinning when Im winning because flowing so lyrical
Spiritual revels to levels of rebels and devils,
I peddled till Im steaming like kettles give me my medal
Acceptable, extra terrestrial turn up the decibel
On point like decimals, strong joint elect able
Shut the f*** up and learn to hang like my testicles
Question the best of affection it less then deceptable
Mirror eyed image Im observing Im inspect able
Its questionable after collecting a reflection full,
See through these eyes try and wear these spectacles
Rhyming so dope my words are injected able yaa diiig
(verse 2)
Im blunted Ive done it coming in the middle of the night.
And I just riddle when I write, come on and get up like kite
Get ya sh** up, work ya out like a sit up
I aint even lit up but I travel in flight
Now check it, battling the system tragic to mics
Kinda like Luciano handling dice (lucky)
Managements nice, you cant crown my authority
Too fresh man, you soft more seniority
Chalk your priorities
Your style gets turned off like all boy sororities
Stalk all majorities you begging to fit in
You act more pussy then where Im letting my kids swim
haha lesson to victim.
Never f*** with me unless you beg for assistance
Feds could come get us cause we pressing the system,
Could be dead on any minute so Im stressing existence
Big up banks thats the word to the stars,
Shining real far we can speak through guitars,
Peaked on these bars, let the riddle begin
How come the peace in your hand got you thinking to sin,
flowing through a poets ocean while you sinking to swim
Impose a smooth motion while Im drinking my gin
And I done seen the whole world but Im shrinking within
Its a chi town thang and Im thinking ill win
