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1. |
No Games
02:38
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Swift is mystic, gifted pen grip
No shit, Sherlock - flow spit burn blocks
Go get your Glock if you wanna pop shit
Cuz on this rap tip, man, you better stop it
You outta your gourd, I'm out of this world
I'm not of this world, I sweat diamonds and pearls
I mean, I drip jewels but they are not for the swine
Your style hotter than mine? That sounds outta control
I exhale, my breath sails you outta your soul
I body rock like earth, you dead weight in space
Take ten paces off the edge of a cliff
And take note of nobility, no bull shit
That's on Osiris, I don't pull quick
Baby, I like it raw - uh - my mic was formed
From the fossils of phony apostles
Whose very being was jostled by peace, not hostile
Sit still, shit's real
I give life but y'all be swearing that Swift kills
Sick skills, stomp stage, rip bills
Get bills, flip bills, never sniffed pills
Never shot crack, never smoked xans
Not a fan of strip clubs, I don't throw bands
Not a young buck, not a old man
I procure the dope jams, people go damn
Fasho, solo, man, bolo yo' whole clan
Dolo for dough, improvised so no plans
I hope for mo' fans than Yoko Ono's mans
Whose ashes were spread in my city
10 years ago, I was almost head of my city
Yeah, I moved but still don't put nothin ahead of my city
I swore that I would be breaded as Diddy, but I dropped the ball
Instead of rap, I should've invested in alcohol
You heard of this, superlative journalist
Apex editor, straight wreck tournaments
Rose gold medalist, meddle with medicine
Music is an alchemical element
I'll drudge the dregs and the sediment
Reconstitute it and reconstruct the edifice sans embellishment
Pure like the recollections of an elephant
With eloquence I represent elegant ghetto shit
Deluxe laces in Timberland boots
Sipping Old English out of champagne flutes
Used to rock gold fronts with a whole suite
If it ain't about no loot, it don't compute
Test me, you don't want to
My whole one-two is so un cute
I get ugly like no one do
This ain't rap, I'm just lettin' my soul run through
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2. |
Action
02:48
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I get it in action
Rediscover my center, getting rid of attachment
Only running with winners, that's the law of attraction
Whole squad on point, plenty more than a fraction
On God
On me, oh me, oh my
I levitate and be so high
That I don't even see no sky
We know why your style'll never be close by
Cuz I don't play no games, you a t-o-y
When I spit you see smoke rise
Cuz these flows fire
I hit the stage with a bloodlust
Fee fo fi
I clean clocks flatline like three:four-five
Watch close, I don't need no time
I'm on the move like a second hand
Your whole technique is second hand
I'm not bettin' man
But I put bread up you ain't better than
The NRO veteran
Born in a hood that forever stands by the motto
That starts with never ran
Brownsville, BK
Ready for whatever, fam
Regardless of the weather
Stand close to me and you'll get a tan
I John Blaze shit
I used to look up to Method Man
Still do, peace to the Wu
I respect the Clan
My message and plan is to get scratch while the record spin
Til my accounts is all in the Black like I represent
Man, I'm capable, I'm a Afri-can
Makin' major moves and breaking through
Like a batter-ram
Tryna see more Gs than Dapper Dan as I stand on my square
Reppin' the roots like a radicand
That ain't even today's mathematics
I just add it to the ways I displays acrobatics
The flow flipper
Terminology tumbler
Serious spit spinner
Antithesis of mumblers
I speak clearly
Emcees fear me
Like the B.I.G. man that we hold dearly
I hear these artists and I'm like, really?
I'ma wash every one of'em by doin'em filthy
When my crew in the building
You knew what the deal be
We tearing down the house and ruining realty
My click disturbs the peace with ludicrous skill, b
You tryna stop my shine? Well you shoulda killed me
It's a beautiful feeling
To go into yourself and clear your mind from illusion is healing
The process is truly revealing
Shaking away the excess and finding out that you are the real thing
Knowledge of self ain't what's written in the lessons
It's the application of wisdom when in the intersection
Of the past and the future when the shit is going down
Recognizing your life's biggest moment is right now
That's why I black out when I'm holding the ciph down
Rappers wanna act out, I told'em to pipe down
Shhh! Put it to rest, they're rolled up in night gowns
I'm the king and I'm snatching the throne for the right crown
Ceremony the show when controlling the mic, wow
A glorious light shows when I've spoken the right sounds
Juxtaposed to these laughable jokers who type clown
I'ma burn'em to the ground while smokin' a nice pound
My speech is flame, literally
Circle got not weak links, the chain glittery
Think you can hang then keep the same energy
You comin' wit' that dumb intent
Only leads to imminent punishment under wonderment
Bars
Every one I spit the same as what the sun emit
Hot
Funny you believe I'm an emcee you want it wit'
Not
It's inadvisable, undesirable
Unsurmountable odds describe what you applyin' to
Rhymes on rhymes
Naturally cuz I rapped practically my whole life
With that pattern of capacity my lines on prime
Even in my darkest days I'm gon' shine
Direct this light from my solar plexus
To illuminate steps to an advanced nexus
My objective is being at the crest of the checklist
When they question about who the effing best is
Somebody better call a bomb unit
You don't want static with an electrical conduit
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I don't wanna hear nobody sleepy ass beats
This is for my peeps rockin' hoodies, twenty deep
Boom it in your lex coupes, beamers and your jeeps
Strictly for the streets
Boom bap, no bleeps
That's so weak
Background music
Elevator vibes
Track sounds stupid
Yeah, I'm hatin' on the creation that makes you happy
Fuck how you feel
You could never out rap me
Not on that beat
Sounds like a lullaby
Drums are dumb soft like wings on a butterfly
Battle who? Please, you lookin' for another guy
Underground rapper? Yeah, I know you are but what am I?
Swift
The man, the myth and the legend
Split the opposition to splinters in sixty seconds
The era that I'm reppin known for rappin' with aggression
Peace to Fela Kuti
He said music is a weapon
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Your song belongs in a anime
Type of shit I play to clean the house on Saturday
Get up off the stage, take the herb skit thataway
Producers who don't make beats for rappers, all I have to say is
Eat shit
Choke on it and die
Your instrumentals was tight but the performance was dry
You pressed play, turned some knobs
Suckers thought it was fly
But I don't really recognize it like the Fourth of July
Nah
I'm not impressed, son
I'm over the nonsense
The music that you makin' lacks emotional content
Watered down Hip Hop with low-pass filters
Listen, you're never gonna be the new J Dilla
Let that man rest
Copy cat styles is pitiful
Just keep it real, get your own and be original
And while you're at it, make a beat with a spine
I wanna feel some knock to it while I'm speaking my mind
Make it hard
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
I'm the lovechild of Chuck D and Nikki Giovanni
You a fuck boy
Just got a new toy and some molly
Playing smiley face emoji music
I make soldier music
I make them niggas change they name to Ayatollah music
You on a cruise ship, sailing with your boo thang
I'm in that school of sharks, studying that Wu Tang
You like hakuna matata
I'm like bomaye
Especially when that Swift beat hittin' like the kumite
You reply to texts with the letter "k?"
I'm like fuck off my jack, nigga
Have a nice day
Hard for no reason
Timbs on the beach, bitch
This for niggas smokin' Backwoods with seeds in'em
This for smokin' Backwoods with no trees in'em
This for niggas shittin' government cheese
Keep making beats with them water color tattoos
You gon' get the beats
Yeah we gon' get at you
Hard
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
I like my beats hard like two day old shit
Hard, hard, hard
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4. |
Slow Flow
04:13
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I'm back
Matter fact, I never left
Forever fresh til the death of my flesh
A musical mesh
Etched in time with effortless breath
My level's better than best
Whoever's address is located at the top of the game
I came for your head and your neck
If I said it, it's stone set
So let it be known
All these repetitive clones
Get shredded and fed to my soul
Solely fixated on my bread and my goals
Step in my lane actin' froggy, you'll get pressed to the road
Blood, tears and sweat in my flows
Drenching the stage and stretching my clothes
I'm dope that you don't test with your nose
Ayo
I've overanalyzed the Xs and Os
I'm finished playing with you losers with no depth or control
And so
I go for broke and grow the glow
From Holly Grove to Holyoke
I smoke a foe in 40 seconds toe-to-toe
Huh
My golden tone gon' gather the provolone
Cuz I throw the hardest bars that leave scars and broken bones
What
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
Yo
I turn the light's low and burn the mic slow
Oh, you heard I might flow
My words is tight, yo
No skinny jeans, no tears in the knees
No disrespect to y'all, you can wear what you please
Rappers swearin' they sick
I'm a rarer disease
Don't need to mention no names
No comparisons, easy
Cojelo suave por favor
Soy el padre de paginas
Cada dia, con sabor
Claro
Y musica es obviamente mi amor
Y la gente me llaman "rap presidente"
See, I'm sure that I'm top 1
Under the sun
Be they conscious or corpose
They step in my lane, I'm knockin'em off
Tell your people they should not get involved
They need to stop with the talk
Or it's a wrap like hospital gauze
Draw straws for who get chopped into fourths
Quartered and drawn
Don't be confused, I'm the fuse
New Rap Order; the bomb
What
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
Perfect scores for the way that I flip
My peers tell me I'm ill
The youngins say that I'm lit
The microphone's like a grenade in my grip
I'm far from infantile but I stay on my shit
Swift is lowkey one of the greatest
Lightweight sonning your favorite
Can't hear none of the haters
That ain't that serious/sirius
So I X'em out
Just cut the check and check me out
Cuz I don't flex for clout
Bless the crowd with finesse and style
You test the sound, you catch a wrecking now
It won't be no second round
Step it down
Cuz what you want, homie, this prob'ly ain't it
I'm highly trained in language
Aim and leave your body vacant
Shame to see your talent wasted
Should've saved it
My bloodline's ancient
These ain't just rhymes, these incantations
My quickening is sickening
I'm godly with the pen
I turn the page into a living thing
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
My slow flow's remarkable
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5. |
Keys
04:34
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I would quit my job if I ain't like what I was doing
Never made much moolah from my musical pursuing
Didn't make a full commitment so I only seen a fraction
Of the action that can happen when the craftin' match the passion
That's a fair assessment
I can't try about it
I ain't satisfied
I won't lie about it
In the past I tried to shroud it
I just want the accolades
From Hip Hop heads around the world who say my name with claps and praise
And I'd be glad to trade twice the dough for half the fame
I don't need no fans if that means that I'm relaxed and paid
So I keep my job cuz I enjoy stability
But let me find a way to pay my rent, food and utilities
Off of my rap ability
Shit
You'll never hear of me
Outside of being among my supporters
I'll be chill and deep
Off in the cut some fucking where, minding my own business
And if you see me with them then you know they go-getters
The key to happiness is self love
Opening these doors to build my wealth up
Never hear me praying "heaven help us"
I'd rather use all of my tools and lift myself up
The key to happiness is self love
Opening these doors to build my wealth up
Never hear me praying "heaven help us"
I'd rather use all of my tools and lift myself up
I say "no regrets" but recognize the stupid shit
I like to spend my money on like junk food and exclusive kicks
I gotta choose betwixt benefits and foolishness
And keep my brain from being tricked by Instagram illusionists
Manipulating perception
We pressing on them hearts
Not addressin' the lessons that's really pressing on your heart
Stressin' what's before your vision?
A less significant part of reality is what's seen
There's greater wisdom in the dark
I allow my lids to rest and take note of my breath
More precise in navigation so I've slowed up my steps
Cuttin' out the scenic route for now, I'm goin' direct
I'm more effective and more efficient the older I get
It's only natural
Practical tasks get done casual
I relax, recline my seat back and run raps through
The impact's intended to lace cats with mad jewels
The Black man is God
The Black woman is that too
The key to happiness is self love
Opening these doors to build my wealth up
Never hear me praying "heaven help us"
I'd rather use all of my tools and lift myself up
The key to happiness is self love
Opening these doors to build my wealth up
Never hear me praying "heaven help us"
I'd rather use all of my tools and lift myself up
My approach to life may seem unconventional
But I move intentional
With love that's unconditional
It's ever present in every effort
I used to second guess but now I'm all gas to the petal
I'm effervescent
Bubblin' grub in the pot until it pop
I've got struggles but not nothin' that troubles me lots
I plot hustles and juggle a couple huddles of guap
I'm doing my rain dance to get the puddles to drop
No man is an island, I'm tryna stay aflot
My body is my temple so I worship there the most
The universe is mental so every thought is a host
Of possibility that's endless like a bottomless mimos'
Toast to the dreamers, teachers and the doers
My eyes is to the skies but my speech is from the sewers
Cuz dirty work's required on the journey of renewal
One's fertilizer is another one's manure
The key to happiness is self love
Opening these doors to build my wealth up
Never hear me praying "heaven help us"
I'd rather use all of my tools and lift myself up
The key to happiness is self love
Opening these doors to build my wealth up
Never hear me praying "heaven help us"
I'd rather use all of my tools and lift myself up
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6. |
All the Way
04:12
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Sometimes I wanna
I won't complain
I do my thing
I got some fans, they know my name
I stick this ink right in my heart, I show my veins
Artistry in my arteries soothe pains I overcame
Never rank the sun below the rain
Claim that mountaintop as low terrain
Close the gap and grow the gains
Hold your own, control your weight
Don't be 'fraid to ask for help if your shoulders strain
Yo, you great
So go be great
Leave them distractions to the side
Keep your focus straight
Don't let detractors shake your vibe with their lowly hate
And when you fail know that this try wasn't the only way
No phony days
Keep it real with yourself, stay critical
Recognize the substance of your soul ain't visual
Until you put in work
Get your hands in the dirt
And be fruitful on the earth
Self determinate your worth
Cuz you're perfect
Go on and make a move
All the way through
Go on and make a move
All the way, yeah
Go on and make a move
All the way through
Go on and make a move
All the way, yeah
I struggle with religion
Them books on a shelf
Need something to believe in
I look to myself
I'm not an atheist
More like a maybe-ist
Perhaps a lack of sacredness explains the craziness
That people do
Some don't overstand who they're equal to
I think the truth of God resides inside of me and you
Divine knowledge lays behind your eyes
Peek-a-boo
See
Your smile is like angelic light leakin' through
That's my perspective
But for the record
You got traditions that you hold to?
I do respect it
I'll never challenge someone's faith
I don't know what they faced
Or who showed up to lift them higher when they prayed to who they praise
In any case, I hope for love to conquer hate
It's a waste when negativity's allowed to propagate
Some indoctrinate the children to believe others are lesser
I speak on brighter days, tryna relieve some of the pressure
Go on and make a move
All the way through
Go on and make a move
All the way, yeah
Go on and make a move
All the way through
Go on and make a move
All the way, yeah
Go on and make a move
All the way through
Go on and make a move
All the way, yeah
Go on and make a move
All the way through
Go on and make a move
All the way, yeah
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7. |
Love Gone Wrong
03:45
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You mad at the woman cuz she act like you
Sexually free to fuck who she attracted to
You act like you don't care
But you can't side the truth inside
So weakly you choose to lie to yourself
And slide on to the next tryin' to flex
Like your mind not all on your ex
And now you vexed
Cuz you can't control her voice, her choice
Her boisterous attitude
Or moistures when she in the mood
It's misogyny
Honestly, I'm speakin' to myself
In a not distant past, I was something else
I wasn't conscious of my thought patterns
I really believed I couldn't hurt a woman if she wasn't being battered
I offered equal treatment to bring her nearer
But I didn't love the person in the mirror
Placing my self esteem somewhere between my wallet and my dick
And half the time, my wallet wasn't holding shit
This is a love gone wrong
Love gone wrong
This is a love gone wrong
Love gone wrong
I swore up and down that I loved women but truthfully
What I loved was the things they would do for me
Saw myself as God looking at the Earth
A beautiful creation but I'd always come first
From religion to politics, men are the leaders
You never need to hear her
Never need to see her
Never recognize her
Not ever in life
Even in this song, she's just a poetic device
A radical shift is necessary
If I'ma commit to not treatin' women secondary
I'ma have to do some diggin' way down the core
Cuz in my mind, women are either madonnas or whores
Your favorite rapper prob'ly doesn't think different
Conscious brothers be the same as street niggas
We inherit sexism from society
But I'm responsible to get it from inside of me
This is a love gone wrong
Love gone wrong
This is a love gone wrong
Love gone wrong
I tried to put myself in her shoes
Nobody likes to feel used
I didn't give a fuck
That I didn't mean to hurt her isn't worth a mention
If I overstand that impact supercedes intention
Contradiction in the shit I'm speakin' now
But I can't correct my actions without understanding how
I got to be so callous
Sensitivity is a challenge
Yeah, I open up at times but it's totally out of balance
Empathy for me doesn't come naturally
But if I practice I have it in high capacity
I feel more comfortable in apathy
Cuz being vulnerable was never depicted as what a man should be
Not in my family
Not in too many others
My neighborhood was comprised of nothing but hard brothers
For years I've been bull headed with thick skin
I don't wanna be the way I've been
This is a love gone wrong
Love gone wrong
This is a love gone wrong
Love gone wrong
Love gone wrong
Love gone wrong
This is a love gone wrong
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8. |
My Own
04:05
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I cherish my breath, I'm grateful for the air
Self work showing up, I'm grateful for the year
Slow and steady is the pace but life is not a race
Haste makes waste, I had to take time and face
How undesirable patterns became commonplace
Not being who I aim to be made me think I was fake
Swore I was wide awake, I might've been sleep
Cuz I was blind to what I'm trying to see
Eyes open but out of the sun which produces vitamin d
In the shadows, my truth and light was hiding from me
In plain sight but I lacked focus
I had to change my point of view on what my blockage was
So I could get it cracked open
I got it unlocked so now I got it locked
Self deprecation gotta stop until my body drop
Cuz I do not wanna affect no one else
With my insecurities so I bes by myself
For all I've known
For all I've shown
For all I've grown
It's all my own
For all I've known
For all I've shown
For all I've grown
It's all my own
I'm not the kind of dude that's prone to solitude
It's something that I gotta choose so now I try to do it
On the other side, I don't let people close
I'm an enigma to the figgas who I see the most
I'm learning to open up by spending time with me
Peeping the value of my energy's economy
Analyzing my mind and pieces I ain't reconcile
Some of my illest motives formed when I was just a child
I was surviving AmeriKKKa's ghetto turbulence
Accustomed to being witness to all types of disturbing shit
Generational trauma gets stimulated when slugs fly
I'm like my father and my mama when the dove's cry
Bold dissatisfaction describes my disposition
I pose internal inquisition, tryna shift position
Breathing exercises fortify my mental health
And I find solid solace in the silence of myself
For all I've known
For all I've shown
For all I've grown
It's all my own
For all I've known
For all I've shown
For all I've grown
It's all my own
I keep getting better at getting better
Feel like I'm finally starting to get my shit together
I don't have all the answers, never needed to
Now that I see this I'm 'bout to reach a new zenith too
My homie asked me what's the plan, how I'ma do it?
I figure all I really need is my mind and my music
A journal and meditation instead of self medicating
Showing my inner being pure love and dedication
Devotion
I backslid but it's forward motion
Concentration bring me strength now I'm more than potent
I document my thoughts until it's called an opus
Fated to be since '81 at the autumn's opening
Child of the equinox
This is my heart you hear bleeding out of your speaker box
I don't need a lot, healthy living is wealth
Tired of looking towards the outer realm cuz I can see myself
For all I've known
For all I've shown
For all I've grown
It's all my own
For all I've known
For all I've shown
For all I've grown
It's all my own
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9. |
The Move
03:09
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This shit is a gift
Linguistic, ridiculous, slick
When I die, I'll be remembered as a myth
Line around the block before I'm dipped in the crypt
Honeys jumping in the casket just to give him a kiss
To die for
That live raw intricate spit
I got flavor
Dripping off the tip of my
Ooooh
I'm nasty
And I'ma a tell you simple as this
I'm in the first half of the top ten on your list
It's a sure thing
Minimal risk
I'm a pure king
Serving my constituents meals and sharing more bling
Mansa Musa of the modern day
Move faster than Hardaway
Blow anybody on the rap chart away
Starting with your favorite ones
But I ain't blazin' wit' guns
I'm bangin' on 'em with the weight of the sun
I got magnetism on a cataclysmic scale
I can't be seen
You gots ta feel me like braille
That's the move, y'all
That's the move, y'all
That's the move
The lane I'm in is occupied by professionals
No laymen
Creating flame to generate payments
Patient
Staying constant never swayin'
'Til I'm layin' up supping on filet in the Caymans
I want my name in statements proclaiming
The greatest entertainers in rap ever
With no plaques hanging
If I had a hit, that would be banging
But as long as I'm gracing the pages
I'm hood famous
I'm the all time best from my projects
For the LES, I'm the number one prospect
I resurrected my mission for conquest
I'm back to running shit
From the Verazanno to the Throgs Neck
I cook crack with the music not pyrex
I'm top chef
My cassette prefaces a hot deck
It's my fault I ain't pop yet
But I do not sweat
I just keep traveling like a drop step
That's the move, y'all
That's the move, y'all
That's the move
I fantasize my success
Then take the necessary motions to achieve the next level in a sec
I need my ideas and cash to connect
Closer than sex
Or a suspect text from ya ex
I don't pose and flex
I'm not a bodybuilder in a contest
About some excess pecs
I'm the wrong one to test
Cuz I ain't answering a question
I just want you to opt in with checks
I'm out to capture the dough
I'm the captain of the flow
It's lit when I'm attached to the show
I incorporate magic in my notes
Drop miraculous quotes
That get you hooked off only half of a dose
You coming right back for more
Rhymes tapped into your core
All my songs if off the wall like racketball
You can ignore all the back and forth
Cuz when you hear my jams knockin' then you know the realness at your door
That's the move, y'all
That's the move, y'all
That's the move
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10. |
Man in Motion
05:29
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Try and make a way
Try and make a way
When I couldn't see a way
Still had to make a way
Today
Not tomorrow but today
When I couldn't see a way
I give you the purest high
This the honest dope
Traditional practice is always pushing the envelope
Push myself to the limits
Jump off the cliff like Geronimo
Used to want to be perfect
I had to kill that persona though
Every place that I'm at is a step towards where I'm tryna go
Truly my highest goal is to live in peace and be honorable
I had my lower moments
Fuckboy tendencies
I been my own opponent
Now I destroy enemies
Within my mind's creation
Amplify my inner voice as living affirmations
Silence the agitation
Science in application challenging my pensive nature
Praxis is a discipline that gives my vision weight
Contemplate, demonstrate
This my living way
Measure wealth not as possession but what I give away
Abundance be the theme for every risen day
With a bit of faith I create a self-driven fate
I never drop down to my knees and pray
I didn't trust the voices inside my head
I light a candle up and meditate
Then I make my prayer with my legs
Man in motion, Man in motion
Man in motion, Man in motion
Man in motion, Man in motion
Never did I believe in a mystery god
Skeptical of schools because their version of history's odd
Accepting half truths will have your ass spooked
I don't call information knowledge unless I have proof
That's why it's noted how I bash booths
I bring scholarship to the mic then I get funky like a bad tooth
Gadzooks
I beautifully splash loops
Ambrosia
The jam closer when I slam groove
I set the grand standard from the bandstand
Each of us reps all of us
I'm sticking to my fam's plan
If I left a bad example, try to make amends
I've seen responses to mistakes that make or break a friend
From this moment, I've forgiven trespasses
That's coming from the heart like I'm giving chest passes
Leading with love
I know that's the best practice
Tryna make a fortune and share it with those with less access
I never drop down to my knees and pray
I didn't trust the voices inside my head
I light a candle up and meditate
Then I make my prayer with my legs
Man in motion, Man in motion
Man in motion, Man in motion
Man in motion, Man in motion
I feel reborn, breaking out of my shell
As the light lands, I am awakened out of my hell
My cousin is locked up, I can't break him out of his cell
But I write to give him relief that take him out of the jail
When he free his mind
The system be designed to have us led astray
Ghetto life never improves
We wanna get away
Tryna turn the worse nights into better days
The words to summarize our experience I could never say
You from the slums? Then I ain't gotta explain
You can feel it in the air and a lot of it's pain
Urban plans and redlines made to drive us insane
Being treated second class can really rot in your brain
But I reject that, step back and spot what is plain
AmeriKKKa was built on having niggas locked up in chains
The hood is a Colosseum
Are you not entertained?
Neither am I
So I need to be on top of my game
I never drop down to my knees and pray
I didn't trust the voices inside my head
I light a candle up and meditate
Then I make my prayer with my legs
Man in motion, Man in motion
Man in motion, Man in motion
Man in motion, Man in motion
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M.C. K~Swift Brooklyn, New York
M.C. K~Swift (New Rap Order) is a Hip-Hop artist and educator, who has been recording and performing since his teens during the early '90s. A founding member of the progressive Hip-Hop collective, New Rap Order M.C. K~Swift is among both the vanguard and the old guard of True Hip Hop. ... more
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