Swing Blades lyrics

Artist  : Jean Grae 
Song : Swing Blades



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 f/ Cannibal Ox



[Vordul]

Everyday caught in the whirlwinds

Back in the studio, Belief just earled in

Still trying to get my pen on

Write scripts and light splifs

Until we high as light bills

Watching for those that might switch

To the dark, we over here remaining righteous

Though we spark the soul purpose to spit

And hype kids

Make them want to hold open their eye lids

Dangers and missed origins from way back
since

The presence of Genesis and Osirus

Life is such a stress

But in the coldest storms I let them off in the
Phoenix



[Jean Grae]

Over a thousand miles of public housing

Lounging on beaches in the Riviera, tan and
doused in

Coconut scented lotion

Wish I was there the story rare enough to merit
an endangered species

Tagging velvet ropes surrounding every path

Tighter than some virgin pussy

Don't ever push me

I balance on the edge of cliffs for fun

And some are hanging crooked

I never look down, I look to the sky

And envision the place that everybody go when
they die

They say that bright lights and angels some and
get you

If that's the truth than I expect the black night
blocking the sun I got issues

Another day with myself

Another day without wealth

There's gotta be anther way I need help

And so I pray like I'm a Pentecostal, Sufi,
Buddhist, strict agnostic

Hoping one will hit its target

Take another sip of hypnotic

And lay my head on the pillow and dream erotic
scenes

Of killers spilling endless rounds and all of
them shooting at me



[Vast Aire]

You know Can Ox got that Phoenix wing span

And love hovering over the ghetto wasteland

I got rap just as fat as my waist band

You got a rap that belongs in a waste can

Yo, Jean you gotta change Grae to Hackman

Cuz when we fight we swing them blades

And when we rap we swing them blades

And then we slide on them like the escapades

I knew the ending of this book since the first
page

Rap sucks but we still get paid

We smoke trees at the highest grades

I spit a line that'll fix your fades

So don't go there, you cannot hold Aire

Look at them, reaching and shit

If you touch my jersey I'll bust your lip

Open your face then break your hip