#Swerve

...STUN! [Hook] You see me comin' up? Hard to ignore I know the way y'all do it That's been done before You and me? We ain't the same We on different platforms Two different games So swerve, brotha. Swerve, brotha (You ain't on my level, so...) Swerve, brotha. Swerve, brotha (Swerve, brotha. Swerve, brotha.) So swerve, brotha. Swerve, brotha (Get your foot up off the pedal and...) Swerve, brotha. Swerve, brotha (Swerve, brotha. Swerve, brotha.) [Verse 1: Snow] SNOW! All these lames talkin' noise, get out my way Swerving past these haters like I'm on a highway Kinda like I'm in a movie - just call me Vin Diesel Our music's so ill, it's contagious like the measles Infecting everybody - ain't nobody out there safe Journey to the top and it's causin' haters to chafe We were the underdogs, now we somethin' you can't ignore In the race, you at the coastline and we past offshore Now it's my call to duty, mayne - to go and kill the game The top is in my target and I'm sniping all these lames Blow up the industry, slaughter everything in sight Genocide these rappers 'til they don't exist, alright? Snow on the track, so you know I cause a glacier We're hip-hop heavyweights while you somethin' like a blazer Wreckin' everything - drunk driver status, so I swerve We on two different levels - show me the shine I deserve [Hook] [Verse 2: Khrystopher Williams] Uh, some call me gay, some call me trite, some call me flaker But I just keep on movin' like I am a freighter I ain't got nothin' to gain with all this traffic in my lane You see, I never really cared about a hater Despite my moves makin' all the rage greater It doesn't hurt to blow heads up like an inflator And watch them explode like the lab on the title card of Breaking Bad Khrys will light 'em up like he's a Violator, okay? Is an introduction really needed? Put a decade in this craft and now the grind is unimpeded Me and Snow got it on lock, we the last of a dying breed Hip-hop veterans us be - it's intended no one's better than we And you would think that all this rap is getting old But in this triangle I reside, all I see is fool's gold Though I see it and the eyesight's decent, they don't see it neither share it Guess I'll help their eyesight - I just spit 24 karats, whoa! [Hook] [Verse 3a: Snow] Hop on the track again, I had to tell y'all two times That we the dopest in this joint, for every rhyme for rhymes We up-and-comin' stars, so go show us some respect Before we take your career, slice it, and then dissect Then throw it in the garbage, just call me the garbage man 'Cuz we throwin' these trash rappers in the garbage can Lyrical haymakers and it's makin' their heads spin Now go and finish these boys, K-Will I'll tag you in [Verse 3b: Khrystopher Williams] After all this time, they expected me to throw in the towel But what on God's green earth made you ever think that I'll stop now? I'm just warming up - there is no need for me to repeat it I might choose to hear the evil, but who are you to say I'll heed it? These dreams and goals to you is ambition deferred to me I'm already living in mine, and if a dream this really be Then I ain't gonna ever wake up, never ever wake up, never ever wake up Ever wake up, so you better get Skechers and get shaped up, YUP!