Swiss Army

[Mike G] YMCMB, haha, alright My patience wears thin with lacks of violence Put the world on my shoulders I play it like violins And sense, I really make none in present tense, I Really write my lyrics in hieroglyphics, I Really fight my lyrics can not be condensed And the best will never feel the need to convince My Army's offence exceeds any resistance Be nice bitch, I just might let you meet Vince The lights switch, so brakes are something I don't need My reign roams, I'm Constantine with gold teeth I play ours, realer than the words that speak in same songs And I own every day of the week, I go hard There's no telling where time goes But my slow-mo flows put the world on hold I roll like snowball effects, just watch me grow I'm Jack Frost, I'm so cold my shadow glows