Mr. Swing - No Style lyrics

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Mr. Swing - No Style lyrics

[Verse 1: Mr. Swing] Mics, they crumble in my d**h grip Ready to rumble, never mumble when I let rip Ever humble, but I'm fresh as a breath strip Tongue like a whip, hear the crack when I spit Holy god, its a swiss cheese jesus A work of art, so judge me on uniqueness Never looked or acted my age Yet they judge the book without flipping a page My ways, are suede with smoothness Cut like a razor blade ruthless movements The students ain't meeting at the dojo Voodoo children, they relying on the mojo Oh no, extinct like the dodo Bird brains dropping sh** think its cold tho Its funny cuz to me you're super average Style before substance? you got it backwards I'm handmade, yours is prepackaged Rap rage, step back and watch me ravage I'm rippin' ligaments, servin' up disfigurements Your wickedness always looking for participants b**h, better watch who ya talking to Silence, bow ya head when I'm walking through Mastercla**, Bruce Lee how I kick it dude That means I kick it with.. [Chorus] No style N-O-S-T-Y-L-E x3 No style, No style N-O-S-T-Y-L-E x3 Thats, thats, no style.. [Verse 2: Mr. Swing] What it means is I'm versatile Diverse, change it up still worth ya while Steer clear of one way streets One trick ponies, and one spike cleats Get a grip, on this game you claimin' So amazin' how you trickin' these laymen Rearrange they brain so you're worthy of praisin' Well I'm reclaimin' the name you're shamin' Hip-Hop, hear it knocking at ya eardrum Drip drop, dope flowing so you feel numb Here I am, kicking how I live it Color me wild, paint the picture vivid Crystalized styles, set in stone Don't duplicate the method, get your own Mr. Swing, this is me living lawless Started to give an F, now I'm flawless Old school to new, so adaptable Screw the state of Hip-Hop watch the capital Rise, like smoke from a wildfire I'll never have enough, watch me climb higher Burn it down, burn it down till its ashes I'll keep bringing the flame till it catches Spark cells until I trip the mind An open field, not plain just undefined [Chorus]

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