Elements Swing

(альбом: Scrublife - 2011)

[Intro:]
OH!
C'mon, baby baby
C'mon, baby baby
C'mon, baby baby
C'mon, baby baby
C'mon...
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch check it out

It's like this and a... (and ya don't stop)
It's like that and a... (and ya don't quit)
It's like this and a... (and ya don't stop)
It's like that-tha-tha-that-tha-that-that... (and ya don't...)

[Verse 1: Wax]
Check it out, man
It ain't nothing you can bear with
Above y'all swinging like skis that be dangling from the chairlift
Airlift cruise to the hoespital
We belittle
Y'all dues to the most possible level of embarrassment imaginable
Be civil, be fashionable
Get there late
Then get scared straight
By a hungry duo who don't ever get their plate
On time, 'bout to fight for your prime
Rib loose bib but I'm tight with the rhyme
Any cypher that I'm in
Stifles your mind, in the Gram' all dance-off sight will define our swing style
We just do our thing while
Y'all sling piles of shit to toss, we ridiculous
We told you that on Liquid Courage
And that's some speech slurrage we stick with'

[Hook: x2]
Throw your hands in the air like it ain't no thing
Cause it ain't no thing without the Elements swing!
The Elements swing, the Elements swing
It's the... swing that my man Elements bring!

[Verse 2: Wax]
Skilled heat getting spewed from the vocal cords
Giving chilled feet to the crews that we open for
E builds beats making dudes wanna focus more
On their craft while we chill in our lawn chair raps
Cupholders on both sides
Y'all's mental battles are rental paddle boat rides
Ride the beat like slide guitar note slides
Fretboard guides, with a quote: "Just glides."
It's the bottle-neck linguist
With a king twist
Real squaddle, get rings kissed
Gotta bring this 'til it can't be brung no
More, fuck a score we just doing it for fun, yo'
Mad rappers
Try to battle 'em, we laugh at y'all
After all, this is just music have a ball
That's just what we 'bout
Swing batter-batter
Swing batter, strike three OUT

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Herbal T]
Elements got swing like sets kids play on
Outside the lines like reckless crayons
Check this today on your iPod touch
And you'll never hear your girl say "Oh my God" so much
She keeps saying that we verbally orgasmic
Doesn't matter if it's Herbal T or Wax with
E what we do is sure to be pure classic
Finishing first like the turtle before rabbit
Slow and steady is the pace to win a race
Up in the place, wasted
We lounge like Chase
So y'all can scream 'til your face turns red we
-calmly kill it 'til the place turns dead
It's Herbal T, motherfucker flow sickening
Hot like a buffalo chicken wing
Got these whack MC's in front of the show picketing
Wanna protest it's unfair, we flow so fresh, man

[Hook x2]