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 this 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