[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!!! [Hook 1: J.E.T SWADE] LISTENING TO LUDACRIS SAYING TO MYSELF SOMEDAY… IMA BE LUCRATIVE… SMOOTHER THEN SMOOTHER IS……..SMOOTHER THEN SMOOTHER IS… [Hook: J.E.T SWADE] THIS IS WHO I AM THIS IS WHAT I IS THIS IS WHERE I;M GOING YOU CAN TELL BY HOW I LIVE… [Hook 2: J.E.T SWADE] 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 [Hook 2: J.E.T SWADE] 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' ”