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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