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