Текст песни Switch (feat. The Alliance) - David Raé Shawn

(There's a beast back there)

Okay, it's who? It's me, I had to do my thing, I'm back now
I stood up to rap for a reason, I cannot sit back down
This happens to be my occupation and hobby all in one
Having fun, stepped out the box but the boom bap is not done
You was talking out ya jaw and got beat up in front ya moms
I was at the house, chiefing weed when moms was out y'all
It's who? Don't ask me that
I'll tell you anyway, a lyrical acrobat
But I been by myself, making paper
Say the same thing, say say saying, Michael Jackson, Paul McCartney
The girl is mine, I'm talking bout music, you niggas hardly
Hitting harder than me, I'm hoping you feel this heavy
I'll probably sing in a second, if all my people let me

Temper spite, the nigga tight
I'm finna write to end the night
A minute might begin the hype
Like Nick at night, I'm spitting slime
Minimize and liquidize, I'm feeling eyes, you been unwise
I symbolize the genocide, the spitters I ain't sympathize
Cook a motherfucker like some minute rice for dinner time
My pen advised the point, you penny pinchers ain't solidified
I ain't got no time for it, so I drew a line through it
Toying with my time but ain't important, so I'm blind to it

Ayo Zeem
Wassup?
This shit knocking
I laid the beat down, so let's get to rocking
I'm finna hop in this like this and spit some shit like I'm a camel
I'm feeling like a zit cause I might pop a nigga like a pimple
Eliminating what's detrimental to my mental health
I'm penny pinching to throw one of em' in a wishing well
Close to death, you talking so hard I'm bout to pull out my belt
To beat yo ass like Pootie Tang
Woopatow, what the hell?
Yeah, I said nah dawg, they ain't all hard dawg
I eat the beat just like a motherfucking hogmaw
This shit taste so good, you want to slap yo mama
This shit hot then a bitch, feel like you sitting in the sauna

Said I'm the eight, two-four, two-three, all in one so sue me
My methods are madness, getting to the root is so soothing
Shooting rhymes off, the tech might need cooling
Gangster's paradise ain't nothing until Coolio prove it
You could be ten feet, the king would still prevail
With one stone and a slingshot, sending evil to hell
I want to sleep with Adele and fuck with Zendaya the next day
I want the media to hate me for everything I say
See I ain't finished til the beat is over
Flowing with the switch of it
There's a beast back there, are you documenting this?
The trials of Hercules, ain't nothing to a Demigod
So skilled with this music, you would think Apollo was my pops
Drop ya body off the docks, Neptune come and pick it up
Count my bodies in roman numerals, this the shit that stuck
Aphrodite walked past me and now my jeans sticking up
Forbidden Olympian technique, I could teach you something

(There's a beast back there)