paroles de chanson Mic Swordz - Noveliss

That's right, for my entire life
I've chosen to fight for no-one but myself
My dedication, and my study of the sword was for no-one
But myself
Until now

Yo, looking back on these trains and planes, Shit'll annoy you
Told myself to just ride close when I touch down and upon soil
Never know when the borders might close, They out for oil
Bang that ol' slum dog, Dilla no Danny Boyle
Toil with fools screaming " "
The immaculate, Billy Madison
Go back to school and play hookie
Since I never skipped class they overlooked me
Headphones on fully, Honor roll in the hoodie
Shit I ain't even try weed until like my 3rd year in college
Danny Brown got my high in Atlanta, That boy was wildin'
Fold up my memoirs and put 'em in my wallet
Collect pennies off of my thoughts and maybe dollars
I am the bone of my sword, you don't wanna cross blades
On an off day, put MCs in a cripple and cross face
Without further ado, welcome to Mic Swordz
You might die by my mic check, well I survive yours
A nice sword of those that can handle the massacre
The Boom Bap, Intergalactic, Classic as Gallagher
It's no shade of gray to the grass here
I been on tour for a month
Seen the world more times in the past year
Than you will in your whole rap career
But battle fear being
30 with no way out of that job app atmosphere
Floated around and know back up plan stratosphere
With fall back options means you just gotta hope you before you got here
Flying across the water, this time tomorrow
I'll be back at that dead end for my son and my daughter
Tryna be the man of the house is still dreaming
I'm chasing with them on my back
You know oppressor does the pipes
And I ain't never tell with no leakage
In light of my lack of decisiveness
I decided that I should just
Wrote this entire pack of as X-ags
And blow my mind in bags to dust, But I don't smoke
Punching the clock will lead you down the road
That you ain't been before
Been surrounded by people who selling and
Like taking contestant jumps
Shots instead of taking it to the whole
And everything I've written I hold close to my soul
They broke them all when they made Noveliss
1, 2, weapons blast off
The Columbine columnist
Sweatpants and hoodies, Fuck your stylist

I'd put both hands on that sword if I were you
Punk ass motherfucker!
Screaming
What the
That's impossible (possible, possible...)