[Verse 1 Swoope] Its the beginning of an era, High Soc spitting that new age A birthday for the wordplay Piece of cake, easy While the industry craft singles, cheesy We making that music thats old school 70s Mixed with the newness of Pro Tools pleasantries I canvased and all I found was fake stuff So, we making music with a paintbrush In our mind is art In addition to that yalls is minus art The flow is off the wall, youre listening to ceiling Matter fact youre looking at the Sistine of sixteens. [Hook] [Verse 2 Sho Baraka] Speak sense like a prophet Im beyond paid Bring change to the game like an arcade I love Hova Similar to Beyonce Run circles around squares, yall in bad shape I gave up the gold diggers for a sure dime Lord transformed me in my optimus prime So now I Walk by faith, it seems backwards I drink of his blood homie with no fear factor In my book of rhymes you might nd a chapter Of how to be an activist, artist, and actor Like Lauryn Hillyeah I love those Miseducation songs so much I got a dumb ow. [Hook] [Verse 3 Swoope] Dumb flow, bringing it to your block, Mutumbo I suggest you stay in your lane or get dunked on The Tyson of writing, rappers getting munched on Dahmer of the genre, eating rappers for lunch holmes I dont even unwrap them, Im eating wrappers for lunch holmes Now I need the Heimlich on my esophagus Ate so many choke artist ended up vomiting Now everything that Ima spit got ya mama sick My gosh its make you nauseous Four headed monster thats what High Soc is Hungry as a plastic hippopotamus Headed straight to the opposite of where the bottom is, I promise this [Hook] [Verse 4 Sho Baraka] I see hands high, Swoope must be in the building Suzy Rock or JR must be killing Yall want some more evidence we in the building Cuz yall missing a ceiling Hang it up I want to call you bluff So many weak the lines I want to call you month Yall bite but still suck vampire stuff Your movement went flatjust retire cuz Check for smoke in your speakers This is fire bra Thats why the screaming sample sounds like a fire truck As Much as you lie you should be king sized We make a sad clown smile in the mean time Metaphor crazy, Im just an Emcee I try to kill every track I write eulogies Lets celebrate the birth of a new team Praise God, heres a sweet 16
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