Sweeney Song

[Intro:]

Check!

Yeah...

[Verse 1:]

Nine out of ten of these rap niggas is Play-Doh

I say "Go!", niggas spray your whip like Maaco

Ya got that yayo for the low, you'd swear that Kanye was here

The way they say "where did 'Ye go?"

My flow strong like it's on that shit Canseco on

I don't eat rappers, I box them up like take-home

Get straight dome from a bi bitch

I don't know her name, but told her girlfriend to switch

And the lyrics coalesce, I'll rip the labyrinths

Hazardous material that's oh so immaculate

Accurate position, when I spit this shit, it's calculus

Hard, nigga...

And that was bars, nigga...

I'm off them Xany footballs, nigga

Swisher, I don't buff, kush shuffs 'til I fall, nigga

Too high to fuckin' talk...

That's why I never call a nigga...

Your bitch keep textin' and she want it all, nigga...

Yeah!

[Hook:]

And I got two on a brew

Let's go cup-for-cup until that ma'fucka through

And I got five on the bag

Before you toss that square, can a nigga get a drag?

And I used to spend late nights staring at the ceiling

Pitch-black dark, but I had that feelin'

Vision of killin' niggas, being labelled a villain

Because these labels passed, I'mma make these niggas pass

[Verse 2:]

Late night, searching on websites for victims

Fuck doing features, you niggas competition

That's your assistant on a blunt run?

Give her stomach blows till I puncture her lungs

And it's some nigga shit I fuck with - in my spare time

But they can't fuck with me in my mind

Used to be humble, now I'm feelin' cocky

Cause all these bitches ride it like a fuckin' Kawasaki

And these rap niggas see my face in they dreams

They worst fuckin' nightmare wearin' fuckin' skinny jeans

Wake in cold sweat, my reflection in the mirror

Put a curse on a Freshman 10, watch how it end

Dropped out of high school at sixteen

'Bout the same time as the Wu dropped "Ice Cream"

Arguin' with fiends, starin' at the screen

Watchin' Rap City like it was all a dream

Spent my last three bucks on a Source magazine

Hip-Hop Shop where niggas was battlin'

But I was writin' shit in my fuckin' composition

Knowin' one day I would have these critics trippin'

Sayin' that: "Niggas, I'mma be the future"

New take on rap, this ain't what ya used to

Push the shit fucking forward

Focus on the music, show the people what's important

A load on my shoulder, filla a whole world

Meetin' my goal, watch my plans unfurl

[Outro:]

Check!

Yeah!

Ahn!

[Hook 2:]

And I got two on this brew

Let's go cup-for-cup till this motherfucker through

And I got five on the bag

Before you toss that, nigga, let me get a drag

Used to 'been late nights starin' at the ceiling

Pitch-black dark, now I had that feelin'

Vision of killin' niggas, bein' labelled the villain

Because these labels pass, I'mma make these niggas pass