Swing Blades

[Verse 1: Vordul Mega]

Everyday, caught in the whirlwinds

Back in the studio, belief just hurled in

Still tryna get my pen on, write scripts, and light spliffs

‘Til we high as light bills

Watching for those that might switch

To the dark – we over here, remaining righteous

Though we spark the sole purpose to spit and hype kids

Make 'em want to hold open their eyelids

Dangers and missed origins from way back since

The presence of Genesis and Osirus

Life is such a stress

But in the coldest storms, I let them off in the Phoenix

[Verse 2: Jean Grae]

Over a thousand miles of public housing, lounging

On beaches in the Riviera, tan and doused in coconut scented lotion

Wish I was there

The story rare enough to merit an endangered species

Tagging velvet ropes surrounding every path

I’m tighter than some virgin’s pussy, don't ever push me

I balance on the edge of cliffs for fun and some are hanging crooked

I never look down—I look to the sky

And envision the place where everybody go when they die

They say that bright lights and angels come and get you

If that's the truth, then I expect the black night blocking the sun

I got issues

Another day with myself, another day without wealth

There's gotta be another way—I need help

And so I pray like I'm a Pentecostal, Sufi, Buddhist, strict agnostic

Hoping one will hit its target; take another sip of Hpnotiq

And lay my head on the pillow and dream erotic scenes

Of killers spilling endless rounds and all of them shooting at me

[Verse 3: Vast Aire]

You know Can Ox got that Phoenix wingspan

And love hovering over the ghetto wasteland

I got rap just as fat as my waistband

You got a rap that belongs in a waste can

Yo, Jean you gotta change Grae to Hackman

'Cause when we fight, we swing them blades

And when we rap, we swing them blades

And then we slide on 'em like the Ice Capades

I knew the end of this book since the first page

Rap sucks, but we still get paid

We smokin' trees of the highest grades

I spit a line that'll fix your fades

So don't go there—you cannot hold Aire

Look at them reaching and shit

If you touch my jersey, I'll bust your lip

Open your face then break your hip

[Outro: Vast Aire]

Yeah, yeah

Cannibal O – handle you slow

Jean Grae in the house

Yeah, yeah [?]

But [?] was drunk as shit last night man