Swoop
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โฑ๏ธ 3:52 duration
๐ ID: 28616755
๐ Lyrics
The beat stub broke us, swarming like locusts
Now you hear the pitch 'cause they had a higher focus
You had the merits but now you a joke, so
All I'm getting's credits like your entire opener
On a big flick, you's a lucky hit
Had tigs looking crooked like Nikes on a counterfeit
Used to steal bikes, now it's mics when I'm out of it
Roll with the mice 'til the owl scoop you out of it
Any sample, yeah, I'm down to flip
Wanna be experimental but I never liked the sound of it
When I speak I bring assets, it's hard to make classics
In the lab thirty beats a week, who can match it?
If you want some rap shit, hardcore hustling
Still raw since my sophomore been bubbling
I see you struggling, yeah, I'll lend a hand
'Cause views are confused in the shoes of another man
You see that part of my brain that holds fear, could you take it out?
I was just tryna brave it out
Waving round like a kite that's in the breeze
And I'm a puppet on a string on which I make symphonies
Infinitely, if you doubt, get my sympathies
Your feeble brain looking like a shrivelled seed
I'm none the wiser though
I'm walking in a mile of snow, type of
Cold, light the coal, heat yourself
You just regurgitate and eat yourself
Man, you human centipede yourself
And that's a funny way to look at things
See them images'll fly by their eyes and might hook 'em in
I could just win, that'd be too easy
I'm Houdini, I routinely set the traps for myself
See me breaking out the vapour cloud
You scraping out the barrel, I don't play around
The four Owls
That's right
Bring it live
Who? I thought you knew
The four Owls
That's right
Bring it live
Pitch92 on the beat right there, boy
Styles retrobake, crime scene, they don't forget the tape
Rhyme scheme carries pepper spray
Rusty take-off but the getaway
Smooth forever stay, weighing competition up in featherweights
Pitch92, beaver out of '86
Weed that smells like baby shit make me write the crazy shit
Like crazy trips, so blaze a stick if you're into it
Dropping turtles on the track on a Master Splinter tip
Jealousy's a cruel mistress
That's why nowadays all I'm seeing is some sour-faced bitches
Do this for my damn self, son, that's
Why they're pissing in their britches
Get my case by implementing slickness
Pitch rips like (sneeze) with the sickness, don't get it twisted
Owls follow suit, spades if you dig this
Don't need to get 'em when their injuries are mostly self-inflicted
Sponsor a wack rapper for Christmas
The school teachers tried to tell me I was waste, bruv
But I got that grade and my blood type's A+
So I put the pen to paper 'til I made the wages
Greasing at these ignoramus acting like
They're great 'cause they're Instafamous
They ain't writers though, they're cut and pasters
Straight fakers, clubs bouncing like Acok's
That's not our tool then, kill it with the ballpoint pen
For enjoyment, oh, how poignant
I coin these terms for a source of employment
Record and then deploy them, it's explosive rejoicing
To them blowing up the joints, got the flamboyant ointment
Seracina's been poisoned, talking leaner
Only way that's gonna happen's with a bat, son
And a fat one at that, catch me dashing in the bag
Not a little fraction, got the mathematic action
Counteract dissatisfaction with reactions that got traction
I could train up on a track, son
The four Owls
That's right
Bring it live
Who? I thought you knew
The four Owls
That's right
Bring it live
Pitch92 on the beat right there, boy
Now you hear the pitch 'cause they had a higher focus
You had the merits but now you a joke, so
All I'm getting's credits like your entire opener
On a big flick, you's a lucky hit
Had tigs looking crooked like Nikes on a counterfeit
Used to steal bikes, now it's mics when I'm out of it
Roll with the mice 'til the owl scoop you out of it
Any sample, yeah, I'm down to flip
Wanna be experimental but I never liked the sound of it
When I speak I bring assets, it's hard to make classics
In the lab thirty beats a week, who can match it?
If you want some rap shit, hardcore hustling
Still raw since my sophomore been bubbling
I see you struggling, yeah, I'll lend a hand
'Cause views are confused in the shoes of another man
You see that part of my brain that holds fear, could you take it out?
I was just tryna brave it out
Waving round like a kite that's in the breeze
And I'm a puppet on a string on which I make symphonies
Infinitely, if you doubt, get my sympathies
Your feeble brain looking like a shrivelled seed
I'm none the wiser though
I'm walking in a mile of snow, type of
Cold, light the coal, heat yourself
You just regurgitate and eat yourself
Man, you human centipede yourself
And that's a funny way to look at things
See them images'll fly by their eyes and might hook 'em in
I could just win, that'd be too easy
I'm Houdini, I routinely set the traps for myself
See me breaking out the vapour cloud
You scraping out the barrel, I don't play around
The four Owls
That's right
Bring it live
Who? I thought you knew
The four Owls
That's right
Bring it live
Pitch92 on the beat right there, boy
Styles retrobake, crime scene, they don't forget the tape
Rhyme scheme carries pepper spray
Rusty take-off but the getaway
Smooth forever stay, weighing competition up in featherweights
Pitch92, beaver out of '86
Weed that smells like baby shit make me write the crazy shit
Like crazy trips, so blaze a stick if you're into it
Dropping turtles on the track on a Master Splinter tip
Jealousy's a cruel mistress
That's why nowadays all I'm seeing is some sour-faced bitches
Do this for my damn self, son, that's
Why they're pissing in their britches
Get my case by implementing slickness
Pitch rips like (sneeze) with the sickness, don't get it twisted
Owls follow suit, spades if you dig this
Don't need to get 'em when their injuries are mostly self-inflicted
Sponsor a wack rapper for Christmas
The school teachers tried to tell me I was waste, bruv
But I got that grade and my blood type's A+
So I put the pen to paper 'til I made the wages
Greasing at these ignoramus acting like
They're great 'cause they're Instafamous
They ain't writers though, they're cut and pasters
Straight fakers, clubs bouncing like Acok's
That's not our tool then, kill it with the ballpoint pen
For enjoyment, oh, how poignant
I coin these terms for a source of employment
Record and then deploy them, it's explosive rejoicing
To them blowing up the joints, got the flamboyant ointment
Seracina's been poisoned, talking leaner
Only way that's gonna happen's with a bat, son
And a fat one at that, catch me dashing in the bag
Not a little fraction, got the mathematic action
Counteract dissatisfaction with reactions that got traction
I could train up on a track, son
The four Owls
That's right
Bring it live
Who? I thought you knew
The four Owls
That's right
Bring it live
Pitch92 on the beat right there, boy
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.97] The beat stub broke us, swarming like locusts
[00:12.96] Now you hear the pitch 'cause they had a higher focus
[00:15.77] You had the merits but now you a joke, so
[00:18.16] All I'm getting's credits like your entire opener
[00:21.02] On a big flick, you's a lucky hit
[00:22.91] Had tigs looking crooked like Nikes on a counterfeit
[00:25.95] Used to steal bikes, now it's mics when I'm out of it
[00:28.54] Roll with the mice 'til the owl scoop you out of it
[00:31.38] Any sample, yeah, I'm down to flip
[00:32.96] Wanna be experimental but I never liked the sound of it
[00:35.89] When I speak I bring assets, it's hard to make classics
[00:38.82] In the lab thirty beats a week, who can match it?
[00:41.48] If you want some rap shit, hardcore hustling
[00:44.03] Still raw since my sophomore been bubbling
[00:46.78] I see you struggling, yeah, I'll lend a hand
[00:48.75] 'Cause views are confused in the shoes of another man
[00:51.83] You see that part of my brain that holds fear, could you take it out?
[00:55.27] I was just tryna brave it out
[00:57.17] Waving round like a kite that's in the breeze
[00:59.05] And I'm a puppet on a string on which I make symphonies
[01:02.06] Infinitely, if you doubt, get my sympathies
[01:05.06] Your feeble brain looking like a shrivelled seed
[01:07.65] I'm none the wiser though
[01:08.97] I'm walking in a mile of snow, type of
[01:10.72] Cold, light the coal, heat yourself
[01:13.19] You just regurgitate and eat yourself
[01:15.83] Man, you human centipede yourself
[01:17.75] And that's a funny way to look at things
[01:19.75] See them images'll fly by their eyes and might hook 'em in
[01:23.18] I could just win, that'd be too easy
[01:25.43] I'm Houdini, I routinely set the traps for myself
[01:28.52] See me breaking out the vapour cloud
[01:30.84] You scraping out the barrel, I don't play around
[01:34.40] The four Owls
[01:36.58] That's right
[01:38.17] Bring it live
[01:41.42] Who? I thought you knew
[01:44.73] The four Owls
[01:45.82] That's right
[01:48.21] Bring it live
[01:51.09] Pitch92 on the beat right there, boy
[01:53.81] Styles retrobake, crime scene, they don't forget the tape
[01:57.13] Rhyme scheme carries pepper spray
[01:59.07] Rusty take-off but the getaway
[02:00.95] Smooth forever stay, weighing competition up in featherweights
[02:04.22] Pitch92, beaver out of '86
[02:06.52] Weed that smells like baby shit make me write the crazy shit
[02:08.99] Like crazy trips, so blaze a stick if you're into it
[02:11.70] Dropping turtles on the track on a Master Splinter tip
[02:14.50] Jealousy's a cruel mistress
[02:16.14] That's why nowadays all I'm seeing is some sour-faced bitches
[02:19.46] Do this for my damn self, son, that's
[02:20.97] Why they're pissing in their britches
[02:22.69] Get my case by implementing slickness
[02:24.62] Pitch rips like (sneeze) with the sickness, don't get it twisted
[02:27.58] Owls follow suit, spades if you dig this
[02:29.88] Don't need to get 'em when their injuries are mostly self-inflicted
[02:33.06] Sponsor a wack rapper for Christmas
[02:35.03] The school teachers tried to tell me I was waste, bruv
[02:37.53] But I got that grade and my blood type's A+
[02:40.04] So I put the pen to paper 'til I made the wages
[02:42.67] Greasing at these ignoramus acting like
[02:44.55] They're great 'cause they're Instafamous
[02:46.19] They ain't writers though, they're cut and pasters
[02:48.18] Straight fakers, clubs bouncing like Acok's
[02:50.53] That's not our tool then, kill it with the ballpoint pen
[02:53.46] For enjoyment, oh, how poignant
[02:55.70] I coin these terms for a source of employment
[02:58.07] Record and then deploy them, it's explosive rejoicing
[03:00.58] To them blowing up the joints, got the flamboyant ointment
[03:03.01] Seracina's been poisoned, talking leaner
[03:05.07] Only way that's gonna happen's with a bat, son
[03:07.20] And a fat one at that, catch me dashing in the bag
[03:09.75] Not a little fraction, got the mathematic action
[03:12.04] Counteract dissatisfaction with reactions that got traction
[03:14.75] I could train up on a track, son
[03:17.07] The four Owls
[03:19.77] That's right
[03:21.34] Bring it live
[03:24.77] Who? I thought you knew
[03:27.97] The four Owls
[03:29.08] That's right
[03:31.43] Bring it live
[03:33.93] Pitch92 on the beat right there, boy
[03:52.43]
[00:12.96] Now you hear the pitch 'cause they had a higher focus
[00:15.77] You had the merits but now you a joke, so
[00:18.16] All I'm getting's credits like your entire opener
[00:21.02] On a big flick, you's a lucky hit
[00:22.91] Had tigs looking crooked like Nikes on a counterfeit
[00:25.95] Used to steal bikes, now it's mics when I'm out of it
[00:28.54] Roll with the mice 'til the owl scoop you out of it
[00:31.38] Any sample, yeah, I'm down to flip
[00:32.96] Wanna be experimental but I never liked the sound of it
[00:35.89] When I speak I bring assets, it's hard to make classics
[00:38.82] In the lab thirty beats a week, who can match it?
[00:41.48] If you want some rap shit, hardcore hustling
[00:44.03] Still raw since my sophomore been bubbling
[00:46.78] I see you struggling, yeah, I'll lend a hand
[00:48.75] 'Cause views are confused in the shoes of another man
[00:51.83] You see that part of my brain that holds fear, could you take it out?
[00:55.27] I was just tryna brave it out
[00:57.17] Waving round like a kite that's in the breeze
[00:59.05] And I'm a puppet on a string on which I make symphonies
[01:02.06] Infinitely, if you doubt, get my sympathies
[01:05.06] Your feeble brain looking like a shrivelled seed
[01:07.65] I'm none the wiser though
[01:08.97] I'm walking in a mile of snow, type of
[01:10.72] Cold, light the coal, heat yourself
[01:13.19] You just regurgitate and eat yourself
[01:15.83] Man, you human centipede yourself
[01:17.75] And that's a funny way to look at things
[01:19.75] See them images'll fly by their eyes and might hook 'em in
[01:23.18] I could just win, that'd be too easy
[01:25.43] I'm Houdini, I routinely set the traps for myself
[01:28.52] See me breaking out the vapour cloud
[01:30.84] You scraping out the barrel, I don't play around
[01:34.40] The four Owls
[01:36.58] That's right
[01:38.17] Bring it live
[01:41.42] Who? I thought you knew
[01:44.73] The four Owls
[01:45.82] That's right
[01:48.21] Bring it live
[01:51.09] Pitch92 on the beat right there, boy
[01:53.81] Styles retrobake, crime scene, they don't forget the tape
[01:57.13] Rhyme scheme carries pepper spray
[01:59.07] Rusty take-off but the getaway
[02:00.95] Smooth forever stay, weighing competition up in featherweights
[02:04.22] Pitch92, beaver out of '86
[02:06.52] Weed that smells like baby shit make me write the crazy shit
[02:08.99] Like crazy trips, so blaze a stick if you're into it
[02:11.70] Dropping turtles on the track on a Master Splinter tip
[02:14.50] Jealousy's a cruel mistress
[02:16.14] That's why nowadays all I'm seeing is some sour-faced bitches
[02:19.46] Do this for my damn self, son, that's
[02:20.97] Why they're pissing in their britches
[02:22.69] Get my case by implementing slickness
[02:24.62] Pitch rips like (sneeze) with the sickness, don't get it twisted
[02:27.58] Owls follow suit, spades if you dig this
[02:29.88] Don't need to get 'em when their injuries are mostly self-inflicted
[02:33.06] Sponsor a wack rapper for Christmas
[02:35.03] The school teachers tried to tell me I was waste, bruv
[02:37.53] But I got that grade and my blood type's A+
[02:40.04] So I put the pen to paper 'til I made the wages
[02:42.67] Greasing at these ignoramus acting like
[02:44.55] They're great 'cause they're Instafamous
[02:46.19] They ain't writers though, they're cut and pasters
[02:48.18] Straight fakers, clubs bouncing like Acok's
[02:50.53] That's not our tool then, kill it with the ballpoint pen
[02:53.46] For enjoyment, oh, how poignant
[02:55.70] I coin these terms for a source of employment
[02:58.07] Record and then deploy them, it's explosive rejoicing
[03:00.58] To them blowing up the joints, got the flamboyant ointment
[03:03.01] Seracina's been poisoned, talking leaner
[03:05.07] Only way that's gonna happen's with a bat, son
[03:07.20] And a fat one at that, catch me dashing in the bag
[03:09.75] Not a little fraction, got the mathematic action
[03:12.04] Counteract dissatisfaction with reactions that got traction
[03:14.75] I could train up on a track, son
[03:17.07] The four Owls
[03:19.77] That's right
[03:21.34] Bring it live
[03:24.77] Who? I thought you knew
[03:27.97] The four Owls
[03:29.08] That's right
[03:31.43] Bring it live
[03:33.93] Pitch92 on the beat right there, boy
[03:52.43]