Swang - Intellectual

Swang, swang

Swang, swang the beat proper, turn ya speakers to maracas

Coughing up a lung he must have caught my second handaz

Gas blowing, gas stove who cookin' up the blamers

You put Pimpton on the beat, that shit starts boomin' like some canons

Yeah, I'm killing the game, twisting the grain

They study my moves baby girl I'm a trend

I might get some top in the back of the Benz

Yeah I just busted, but I'm busting again

I'm coming for necks yeah I'm bearing my fangs

They hide behind altars, I alter the aim

Nah I ain't got bodies, I'm emptying bodies

I dummy an oppy, lobotomized brains

I’m swerving the lane

I'm in my own lane

You niggas want smoke, good I'm one with the jane

I pull up and pop out, and conquer like Kang

She say she love P, all I heard was cha-chang

Yeah, I'm just a great like the lakes

No debating what I permeate could ease a junkie’s shakes

Swang

Swang, swang

Went from Indian in that cupboard

To sitting up on that top shelf

Man the kids really something else

Snotty Nose drips like ice melts

I’m that good good, I’m homegrown

My braids thick, my braids long

Nates in the band, rockstar mode

Come and get you loving, that redbone

I came from the village, I’m dappin’ my hood

Too sweet to be sour, but I ain’t no sug

Could never sell out, you’d think that I would

But I’m too rez for Hollywood

Rez boy, big city life

Live the life still pretty right

I ain’t like them city boys, but city boys like titties right

I’m way gone

Dead wrong

Lost out in them twilights

Long days, long city nights

Stargazing through the city lights

No hunger game, this is a thirst game

Where heartbreak is the worst pain

I think about it, let me think about it

Then I think about it on a jet plane

I’m fly boy, super flyboy

Got a butterfly on my first chain

No Superman, I’m Bruce Wayne

Know superstar by their first name

Swang, swang