SimpleSatisfaction

By Mr. Swing

On Rap Bastard

Released on January 1, 2017

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Its been so long

Too too too long

Its been so long

Pour me, some of that

Simple satisfaction, this

Silky smooth assassin, whose

Words infused with passion, will

Soothe the searing masses

Natural fashion not a brand on my body

Heart scarred and worn like a brand on my body

Ya body, might not make it but I'll take'em in spirit

I'm hearing what you're saying, I just don't really feel it

I'm in a dead sprint, splitting ribbons like Carl Lewis

A dead sprint, hitting suckas like Ray Lewis

Put the flame to it, I'm flossing my boss status

Ball until I fall or I'm reaching hall status

Automatic, first ballot no static

All-world spitta, introducing the new Atlas

Who knew rappers, still even had flows left

Swing bringing the venom leaving'em in a cold sweat

Who goes next? No volunteering the fearful

To anybody stepping I been prepping and earful

Be careful, you see Swing is sizzling

Truly crippling dudes, ah's and oh's from the witnessing

Hand delivering finishing moves is my pedigree

If my pen moves its a spectacle of weaponry

Velvety strokes penning your death sentence effortlessly

Dishing the essence so get at me for the remedy

SWING

Its been so long

Too too too long

Its been so long

Too too too long

Since I been back, been giving 'em the work with a bent back

Been ripping every verse, never been whack

Been flipping every bird, shit has been wrapped

Maybe, absurdly berserk is just his perfect form

Never looking for perfect, just something perfect for'em

Disarmingly charming, conversing like the perfect poem

Swiftly shipwrecked in the eyes of our perfect storm

Never one to run from rain

Soon enough it comes again

Became the Ace so I could trump the game

Now I'm donald ducking all you fucking lames

Just best believe that the weave is serious

Closing relief its Swing bringing the periods

Delirious, red rum and a mixer

With the perfect twist of fate, my elixir

Simple satisfaction, oh i get mine

Tell the wackness its Swing o'clock, thats ya bedtime

Drag'em across the deadline, then pile'em a mile high

Truth is don't come out here cuz I'm out here and I'm a mile high

And thats too up, and I'm too down like VA

The team All-NBA so stick around see if we play cuz I'll BALL