Trase - Swing Swords

Here I go again, armed with the pen
Feeling discharged within, using harsh words to blend
While you be on a hard bench critizing with your arms bent
Ain't no need to compare your size and my size and

I am not like them and we ain't homies or friends
Plus I'm not the type to walk the marked trend
Rather walk in the park sparking an L getting bent
Or read a book to find out where darkness ends

Yo, I swing swords and put my trust in the lord
You left me no other option than cutting the cord
You shouldn't have been so thrusting towards
But instead, you took a loss and lost trust in the love

Sometimes God's ways ain't fair and filled with thorns
Mics I bust and go hard, balancing on thin cords
Rule like King Saul, do the job like zinc salt
Follow my heart and hold my head in fierce storms

Enough is enough, it's time to set sail forward
Flow fertile, fascinating like an oriental orchard
Factly, as an author I'm never bordered
Vigorously fragmentize like a clever reporter

Aggressively, I ought to slaughter these wack crews
For messing with my brew this ain't no Dugas test
One flew over the Cuckoo's nest
It's like a microcosm of society, colorful like Voodoo Fest

Swings swords off and on like a switchboard
Characteristic, my style stands out like a billboard
Score with the sport indoors, T La Rock, It's Yours
I don't really know, it's just rhymes I bring forth

Open big doors like miss Forbes
Once I put down the ring worn, distinct sorts
Verbally, I get at you like bacteria and spread like a virus
To create the largest I gotta be great like Cyrus

Written by:
Erik Wal

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