Verse One: Gift of Gab

Sittin on top of the bay, watchin the tide

It's time to break the tension away, come take a ride

As you enter the dimension of the crew SoleSides

it ain't nuttin goin on but a party

Now brothers wanna flex but I'm over they heads

I got the funky type of style to rip your vocals to shreds

I'm never runnin from the Feds wearin red Pro Keds

Cause -- I ain't did nuttin to no-BODY!

I dedicate that line to Shack from South Central

Not sayin I'm the baddest but I know I got potential

For every black man hung lyrically I lynch you

Your style is kinda dry hope my melody can quench you

My soul is one with all although my ego is against you

See rap is a raw meat, so now I got to mince you

I'm playin rappers out like an old pair of gym shoes

I can do anything, I can do anything

Crusin down the street in my six-four Impala

Is what I'd like to be doin if only I had the dollars

A baller ain't a baller if he ain't got balls

A scholar ain't a scholar if he ain't got scho-lastic

education, and if not that, then learn from life

Beyond all of the material crap

A human ain't a human if he doesn't make mistakes

And the name of this song is Swan Lake

Verse Two:

A planet ain't a planet if it don't have wars

A battle ain't a battle if you don't catch scars

A mind that ain't inquisitive really doesn't got

shit to live for if you can't explore the

realms of thought you ought not test lest

you be chomped up, like a pop rock, stopped for a

bead from the weed lady, thought it was the bomb

Really wasn't nuttin but a bag of strong palms

Lost twenty dollars, didn't get high

Maybe next time I use my finances right

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