[Verse 1: J.E.T SWADE]
“18 WITH A DREAM, THINKING OF MEANS TO REACH SUPREME-R THINGS
DAMMIT I'm FINNA SCREAM
IM THE EDGE OF BLOWING OUT
THIS sh*t WASN'T NEARLY AS EASY AS IT SEEMED
TROUBLE CAME IN TEAMS SAYING, “fu*k YOU AND YOUR DREAM!!!”
BUT THE SCENE WAS JUST WAY TO SERENE
FOR ME NOT TO CARRY ON
AT God SPEED
VERY STRONG
VERY SWIFT
I GOTTA TASTE FOR SOMETHING VERY SWEET
PLUS GOD TOLD ME TO CARRY HOME...
LIKE IMA BE
CARRYING-IT-ALONG-ON THE FLIGHT WITH ME, MY VERY HOME LIKE THE SAYING GOES: HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS, AND I PUT MY DREAM WERE MY HEART BELONGS
CONCOCTING A RECIPE, FOR IMMEDIATE VICTORY, COME ALONG, IF YOU TRYNA TAG ALONG…
IMA DREAMER AND A THINKER-NOT A SLEEPER THOUGH
IF I BRING YOU THE HEAT YOU BEST KEEP THE WINDOWS CLOSED
KEEP THE PRESSURE IN TILL YA FREAKING SOUL EXPLODES
IMA SHOW YOU HOW HARD THE O-H-I-O GOES!!!
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LISTENING TO LUDACRIS
SAYING TO MYSELF SOMEDAY…
IMA BE LUCRATIVE…
SMOOTHER THEN SMOOTHER IS……..SMOOTHER THEN SMOOTHER IS…
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THIS IS WHO I AM
THIS IS WHAT I IS
THIS IS WHERE I;M GOING
YOU CAN TELL BY HOW I LIVE…
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LISTENING TO LUDACRIS
SAYING TO MYSELF SOMEDAY
IMA BE LUCRATIVE
SMOOTHER THEN SMOOTHER IS
[Verse 2: J.E.T SWADE]
TRUE…
IMA BE PRODUCING WHAT BEAUTY IS…WHAT BEAUTY IS
ITS MUSIC
ISN'T IT?
ITS RELATIVE TO
WHOEVER USES IT
AND TO USE IT IS TO BEHOLD
AND MUSIC
IS IN THE SOUL OF ITS BEHOLDER
SO I'm TOLD…
UH…
SO I'm TOLD…
AND I WAS TOLD..
I WAS BORN IN THE
C-L-E_V-E_LAND
THEN RAISED IN THE
A-K_R-O_N
IS'NT IT IRONIC MY NAMES A
A-C-R-O_NYM
LIGHTS!
CAMERA!
ACTION!
YOU ARE WITNESSING
NORTH-EASTERN OHIO
HAPPENING
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BRING THE MOTHER fu*kING CAMERAS IN
BRING THEM MOTHERfu*kER'S CAMERAS IN
BRING THEM MOTHERfu*kING CAMERAS IN…
[Verse 3: J.E.T SWADE]
I WAS BORN INA DECADE
WHERE HIP HOP BECAME A LEGENDARY WAY OF LIFE
WITH THE RISE OF
TUPACS AND BIGGIES EXERCISING
MIGHTY LYRICAL INCITE
NOT TO GET EXCITED
WITH MERE HIATUS
BUT A LIFE LIVED THAT LIVELY
APPEARED FLY MAN…HELLA TITE…
SO MY REVOLUTION JUST MIGHT BE
TELEVISED…
SPITTING LYRICAL BULLETS OUT OF MY REVOLVER
PLEASE…PARDON MY GHETTO VIBE…
BUT HEY…NEVER SETTLE
FOR THE SAME LIFE TWICE…RIGHT
NEVER SETTLE FOR THE SAME LIFE TWICE
YEA…I'M LOOKING FOR A NEW ONE
[Verse 4: J.E.T SWADE]
I CAN GO FROM SIMPLISTIC
TO EXPLICT IF PISSED…
PICTURING SICKENING..
DE-PIC-TIONS…
BUT I ONLY POP OFF AT THE MOUTH
IF YOU TRY TO CLOUD MY VISION
WITH NEGATIVE IMAGES
ATTEMPTING TO DRAG ME DOWN
BY IN-TIMIDATING MY TIMIDNESS…
I'M FINISHED WITH LIMIT-NESS…
I'm FINNA BE LIMITLESS…..
THE TIME BOMBS TICKING QUICK…
AND ONLY GOT A MINUTE-LEFT
TILL I BLOW UP…
AND EVERYBODY FINNA WIT-NESS-IT
PARDON MY EBONICS…
I WAS…
HOOKED ON PHONICS…
IMA BE
SMOKING LIKE CHRONIC…
FLYING IN A FLAME
LIKE A COMET…
I PROMISE---TO HUSH ALL YOU HATERS COMMENTS…
AND CALL IT KINDNESS…
DAMMIT IMA BE HONEST…LIKE THE TIME-LEFT…
IS FINNA BE TIME-LESS…
HERE I COME
‘SWADE' ”