Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sword Play, artist - NovelissDate of issue: 30.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sword Play |
| Despite the mileage never compromised rhymes |
| Living how the youth get mentally abused by time |
| American nightmares I don’t believe in flashing lights |
| Red, blue, and white who getting stopped tonight |
| Who down to fight for they life and unite as one color under the lights tonight |
| Check it |
| I know exactly where my mind is while I’m trying to block out this loud silence |
| from my White friends |
| Uh |
| I bring an ax to smash rappers it’s demolition |
| While I’m the, spitting image of a samurai’s who spitting writtens to turn you |
| into a splitting image |
| My word is my weapon I make a killing and it’s been that way since the beginning |
| A master assassin, uh, carry the notepad and a |
| Ink pen that extends into a bowstaff |
| My vision couldn’t be restricted with a blindfold |
| Keep rhymes legible, my eyes closed, return to Voltron |
| Clear Soul join together like a zygote |
| You probably couldn’t hang in the booth with a noose where the mic goes |
| Ayo my wordplay swordplay, on the record |
| Watch where you stepping get cut by intelligent weapons |
| My wordplay swordplay, on the record |
| Watch where you stepping get cut by intelligent weapons |
| My wordplay swordplay, on the record |
| Watch where you stepping get cut by intelligent weapons |
| I got incendiary thoughts with a short as fuse |
| Ready to blow up on yo ass, make one bad move |
| My move, can’t be detected by, you need a polygraph |
| Final flash, haters with a single slash |
| Hit the pad, load up machine then I hit the pad |
| Boom Shakalaka, it’s only proper I make it jam |
| Give a damn, about your wack beats and a weak plans |
| My chi stands about as long as maybe a week span and heats man |
| Shout out to Gold dojo |
| Been training on my path but now I’m off-road like a 4−4 |
| The flow flow, go apeshit like Mojo Jojo |
| Now to go low, they catch you like playing some Marco Polo |
| I’m dolo, until I link up with the Voltro' |
| don’t be so slow |
| The hoes know to hop on the dick like a Pogo |
| Catch a breeze until I hit them trees like Sonny Bono |
| But I got away 'cause a half of a gram, I’m on proba' |
| Running through it like Uma did through the Crazy 88s |
| Ayo my wordplay swordplay, on the record |
| Watch where you stepping get cut by intelligent weapons |
| My wordplay swordplay, on the record |
| Watch where you stepping get cut by intelligent weapons |
| My wordplay swordplay, on the record |
| Watch where you stepping get cut by intelligent weapons |
| See, see |
| The feeling that just hit you knocked the stuffing out ya throat |
| The vibe is right in front of you, could view without a scope |
| My hope floats, flows dope and |
| All N My Head’s coming soon, do cop it |
| Watch a bunch of rappers copy niggas |
| Dry as the Mojave, but on a larger picture |
| clearer than Canadians and know the difference proper |
| Never taking nada, learn to put it all behind us |
| See the future not a promise |
| Our purpose here to raise the voices and the people baby I’m the grand designer |
| Slice the katana rhymer had to smuggle in my pen like a detonator |
| Greater superior damage area |
| Scary and you more bullpit than a terrier |
| Shit |
| Make you ponder, wonder why they wanna take us under |
| The stress I need escrow, bad as Esco |
| It’s written both sides my mind scribble death strokes |
| And hold these vibranium flows |
| I go harder than T’Challa fists |
| Red ink, Nas is my phlebotomist |
| Use my right hand, cover verses out the monolith |
| , could still feel I need oxygen |
| Feel I need to hit the philly shell to escape the damage |
| Feel I need a philly cannon blast me off the planet |
| Mister Officer you’re now on cloud 11 |