[Hook]

Whether it's the weekend or weekday night

You know the Swim Team's gonna rock until ya go home

[Verse 1: Sahtyre]

Show's over

(Lights out)

If I don't know ya

(Bye now)

We rocking 'til the vocoder dies out

Ladies you can go home or roll over my house

Nice blouse

That'll match perfectly on my white couch

All the die-hard fanatics go to dive bars

Where you can see live art and a show

I got a fatty rolled

I'll blow it on the patio

Then tally-ho back on stage

And make my final cameo

'Til all ya'll wanna stay

(Can We?), No!

You really want to?

(Yeah! Yeah!)

Badly? (No)

So let me make it loud and clear:

You do have to go home

And get the hell up outta here

[Verse 2: Lyraflip]

If art imitates life

Then life's imitating art

Cause every moment I breathe

I need to be razor sharp

You ain't creative

Well maybe you should just play your part

And live in hiatus

Cause your playlist just got a change of heart

A major spark of imagination

Could lessen a little aggression

So stop neglecting

Your self-expression therapy sessions

To me it's being artistic

Every second could lead to something articulate

Even all the misfits don't want it against me

I'm Leonardo da Vinci with the heart of an MC

Vincent Van Gogh with a wicked rap flow

And I'm Michelangelo with an easel

Don't tempt me

[Hook X2]

[Verse 3: Rogue Venom]

Sound and color theory

I got an overstock series of Krylon oil acrylics

Crayola codes compose to paint the ceiling with vivid surrealism

'Til your ears leak crimson ink finish

Live canvas collage self-portraits

Perform unique image

Styles of beyond

Reachin' belief in what you seein'

Imagination zoned out like you be eating amanitas

But let me ease up for a second

Put away the easel

Admiring my anesthetic sketches from afar

Illustrated thoughts mirror mirage

Reflected off the wall

They yelling encore before we close out

Shut the show down

Thanks for the support

But yo it's time to go now

[Hook X2]

[Verse 4: Psychosiz]

Psycho scores the purest chocha

Playing like I got four controllers

I won't eat no meat that ain't die for me to get close to

(Imitation's the sincerest form of flattery)

Look at her!

She ain't the sharpest painting in the gallery

But she'll dip out the back with me without me even asking

If or when she plan to leave like

You got the keys right?

Let's motivate

I've overstayed my welcome

Baby

Walk it out

Bike and route ride it out 'til I get out

And hitch hike to somewhere I can rollerblade to hell from

Maybe

Maybe not

Skirt shark

I can smell perfume from eighty blocks with my nose stopped

And nose stuffed from a cold in a cold front

With the snow up to my nose froze to my cold ducts

[Verse 5: Open Mike Eagle]

Open brings his own 'cuz the microphone sucks

I sing but reproducing that type of tone's tough

I bought me a harmonizer to liven shows up

Ladies and gents it was nice to meet you

This is Michael Eagle

Signing off for all of the righteous people

Wipe the easel

It's a finished mission

If you get the vision

Then your spirit'll be in mint condition

If you listen you'll notice that Open isn't Christian

We still gon' end it with a benediction

Everybody let's go home

So welcome to my sanctuary

We're all the same even if skin of the different races vary

The enemies make a face that's scary

But they're Frankenberry

And I'm fearless after a case of sherry

Gimme another shot of holy water

So I can stay afloat

Like a leaky yacht in a boat regatta

Before I go into some old Sinatra

I can recite a whole sonata

Like the thirty man code in Contra

And leave seeds like a broken father

Most MCs they need soap and water

In the key of C my approach is awkward

Until I bust some Beethoven on ya

[Hook X2]