Sway Freestyle 2 - King Los

You a canoe I'm a yacht, I'm a zoo you a fox

You a cube I'm a box, I'm a jewel you a rock, listen

Niggas couldn't last in my trenches

The wrath of my vengeance is drafted through the dramatic craft of my sentence

I'm a bastard who's illest, disastrous limits, sporadic, maniac rapper

Matched with a chemist, attached with Olympic spectacular swag in my image

A tactical menace administer massive afflictions

I had a vision a prediction, a vast premonition

Of cashing the tradition of my last intuition

I craft with precision, I've mastered division in math to add addition

If it clashed with decision; Sway, I had it with this shit

I'm sick of battling babbling graduates in fad of a battered arithmetic

Vigorous heart, I'm ridiculous smart, my intelligence ends

Where my curriculum starts, centripecal force of art multiplied by thought

Equals the action of the fraction of describing my part

I'm the critical, critical, political pinnacle

You're a minimal, minuscule, cynical interlude

I will finish, diminish you, the minute you send it through

I'm the Dennis the Menace of the men that you sent it to

I replenish the sentence with a pen in the interview

In the Guinness for hindering pretenders and ripping dudes

With versatile progression, plus I stayed on beat like I just got took off

For a personal possession

This verse is just a lesson for the service and the questions

And I'm purposely addressing niggas searching for direction

Scar told me, death ain't nothing but birth in reverse

If you end up hurting me first, I throw the hearse in reverse

Then disperse a verse in reverse, without rehearsing it first

Illest nigga alive, I put these jerks in the dirt

My verse two, hurt you worse than my first do

But my verse three, that's way worse than my verse two

So to verse me, that's revert in a virtue

Remember when I spit that verse in reverse

That verse is killing me

Who wanna be the first to adverse my versatility, nigga feel me

I say I'm hotter than a devil with a fever, wearing a leather and a beater

And a sweater while he eating a jalapeno fajita

With a book bag full of heat pads, with a skully on and a ski mask

With the heat on, in an E-class, at Exxon with a speed pass

I'm rippin' and runnin' and grippin' the tech

And one of these labels gonna give me your check

If you giving me problems I'm getting you wet

If you did it, I done it so give me respect