SuperCharge Part 2

[Verse 1: Sway] Mirror mirror, they’re going to need a miracle You’re listening to the authority on this ship And it's only right I set it off Everyday I’ve gotta be up at six Knowing that all of these rappers follow, would probably follow me off a cliff Man, I’m in flight mode when I’m bored All aboard, and since I’m on the boards I’ve got the monopoly on this sh$@ So I land on Mayfair Ain't gonna play fair I ain't got a plane yet But I’ve got a plane fare, no economy I’m going in no cloak so these MCs can’t cover me Man, I’m done with all these amateurs F them and their managers They say that they’re lyrical, look what happened to Canibus That was a disaster when he got smoked but it weren’t no Rasta Better take note if you’ve got a rep that’s why I’m rolling with these canisters It’s the Game of Thrones right now and I’m gunning for the Lanisters And I’m taking out everything but cameras Got a tongue like a gun, great with the gat, Leonardo Di-Cap So don’t get carried away there’s a bag of us [Verse 2: Smiler] Fresh out the gate again oppose me and fade and end Watch the path clear for real spitters I’m lyrically fit as Mo Farah competition cremating them A moment for your journal Sway and Smiler the main event Life changed you’ll find me smilin’ My rollies OT waving shining iron Still I’m a land mine saving private Ryan Grimey paws dirty, grinding jaw thirsty But my Glide is like spider four thirty The best of a bad bunch the packs is on me If it ain't the packs the paps is on me I’m for the people like Barack and Romney Suffered like the son of Mary Nailed on a crucifix they'll never break me or leave me frail in this music business It’s dark when beef cometh its hard to see comfort So I’m Brave hearted charging like a Spartan 300 A long time coming to sharing stages with Nas Aim at the stars whatever we wanna claim can be ours [Verse 3: Elro] Fuck the charge metaphors I’m a metamorphous Rock solid bar reclaiming many more fatalities Casually planning a world dominating scheme I raise bars like roid a shame I’m build like a pubescent boy that’s lazy I bring shades so no one can see me daze and darkness accused of narcissist Attitude ‘cause my tunes are filled with dark shit And weird thoughts like I will soon be a carcass Try and flow like that You can’t And who the fuck fucked your uncle, your aunt Who you claim to be I trade fame for ds Now cease to please my own fans Who plead for the joke bars its daily But failed to see that there’s more then rapping than simply attacking myself as a package I might detached for this rapping shit if it means I’m distracted from actually planning the future seems I’m back where I started quit [Verse 4: Akala] I’d love to tell you this is hard but it isn’t It’s easy to me like bullshitting to Politicians Spitting is my religion been in it from the beginning The villain that’s always willing for spillin truth that is hidden Manic Mike magic I manage you can call it marriage Or call it habit either way its damage for little maggots The wannabe martyrs I’ll pull em apart cause they’re not sick with the art I’ll sever your clart if you ever tarts wanna get clever with bars I’m way smarter than Arthur and all knights in shining armour You can run from the target but can't escape your karma I always attack ‘em whenever they’re slackin ‘cause I am a veteran rapping Whenever they’re yappin I send it back at ‘em with something they never can fathom You wanna know what’s so real with these bars and hooks Look how many kids from the hood I got reading books I spit a lesson with message that leaves professors baffled They can't Dcypha my cipher when I’m with Sway DaSafo [Verse 5: Mic Righteous] I tell ‘em charge I’ll get in cars already armed Holding a steering wheel in sweaty palm With wide eyes and a steady glance staring at the dark road ahead They know they’re threatened but they’re very calm Partly ‘cause of the charlie in their arteries and they’re very charged Tell ‘em find out whose head in charge I want his head and heart go up there and dead his charge Everyday we’re getting charged by the judge by the buck why the fuck Am I saying by the buck blood this ain't America Shits only getting tougher there’s only so much we can suffer ‘till we go completely nuts And we don’t just give a fuck Er, Sorry did I touch a nerve? It’s probably the first word that I ever fucking heard my mother cussing the nurse While she was trying to give birth no wonder why I’ve been cursed Bitch didn’t even have to pull me out the clart I must have seen the light and I was like Charge [Verse 6: Logic] You see they’re gonna have to charge me with murder The way I treat this instrumental Sway told me to do what I meant to Do what I do, do what I does labelled conscious I still be around with no buzz no luck I build by connecting with the like minds Learnt fast that a lot of peoples minds aren’t like minds No grinding they’re catalogue bare faced robbers with their ballies off Fam I’ve got an army to Charge March into the corporate Robin Hood Give it to the less fortunate they got enough but they’re trine take all of it Slaughterin the competition Worlds news puts the orders in go figure Let me tell you more see they neglect the poor They try to charge Asada Shukur because she repped the cause So what you repping for? Are you representing them or are you repping yours? [Verse 7: English Frank] I’m so charged, I’m feeling waved when I’m sober It’s rock n rolla rolling stone I’m a turn a quiet girl to a moaner Solar soldier younger but older the bolder solider will fold you over This tongue roller is bout to expose the foot tongue cobras They said that they got guns, I swear they’re talking super soakers They said that they got funds, I swear them mans are giro holders They said that they got cars, I swear them man don’t push them motors They said that they got bars, I swear all them man must be jokers Well you can catch me cocking my leg on a tree Chasing a cat through the street Up in the party pissing out straight Bacardi Slapping’ them double Ds I’m a Double O-G Don’t wanna owe me Leave a man head shot in his car seat Or his face printed on my Air max 90s I’ve been spitting bars from the 90s probably still be spittin when I’m 90 Still dream about death nightly That’s probably why I take death lightly I’ve seen death yes I’ve seen death beside me rightly I’m a nuttier from the gutter for my Bread and butter you don’t wanna fight me No stop on the clock 5 heavy on top I’m an animal don’t wanna excite me