Swing
Artist: Zebrahead
Album: Waste Of Mind
Zebrahead Waste Of Mind Swing
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Here I come
Force like a vector, radar detector,
abandon you cause I'm a defector
Loyalty reflective, crooked lie objective,
never trust you cause you are deceptive
Base burned sample, lyrics are ample,
don't step to me cause you I will trample
Mainstream averted, tracker inserted,
found something pure, but it was perverted
If I ever got a chance, should I swing
Step to the side, swallow your pride,
ignorance breeds more laws to abide
Ideal in your mind, expectation defined,
picture distorted and you claim what is mine
Battle like war, chaos in store,
money and power always glorify gore
Needless tradition, chose my position,
sprang like a lion to meet opposition
Third verse and I'm gonna burst a new topic
Don't come to front cause you know I'll say stop it
Money you're a liar, printed on a flyer
Turned my back on you and you said fire
All shapes on the wall fall to form one quote
Check out the note that I wrote
And the hip hop hordes that have always been born on the street
Degenerate me
Here comes my chance should I swing
Force like a vector, radar detector,
abandon you cause I'm a defector
Loyalty reflective, crooked lie objective,
never trust you cause you are deceptive
Base burned sample, lyrics are ample,
don't step to me cause you I will trample
Mainstream averted, tracker inserted,
found something pure, but it was perverted
If I ever got a chance, should I swing
Step to the side, swallow your pride,
ignorance breeds more laws to abide
Ideal in your mind, expectation defined,
picture distorted and you claim what is mine
Battle like war, chaos in store,
money and power always glorify gore
Needless tradition, chose my position,
sprang like a lion to meet opposition
Third verse and I'm gonna burst a new topic
Don't come to front cause you know I'll say stop it
Money you're a liar, printed on a flyer
Turned my back on you and you said fire
All shapes on the wall fall to form one quote
Check out the note that I wrote
And the hip hop hordes that have always been born on the street
Degenerate me
Here comes my chance should I swing
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