Swung On

Lyrics

[Intro] Woo Politix, two thousand and ten Politix like that Who the hell you talkin' to? I will knock the black off you Come on, come on, come on Come out swingin', ha Politix (Yo), haha Check it out (Check it, check it), check it (Yo) [Verse 1] I grab **** and throw 'em across the room Hit 'em with the boom, bam, God Might body slam a nigga Drop that cat even if he is bigger See, I know more Kung Fu than Hoof Digger And I'll smack a **** before I squeeze the trigger I'd rather hit you with a smack to the grill And bring you back to the real, you suckas act like you kill Your whole style's chump, tryna front like you dump Huh, what, you just a drunk **** punk About to get your nose broke, nobody likes those folk Watch out for the brothas with them swell flows You tryna get away, we stick to you like Velcro I'm steady steppin' over all opposers I spit them cool-**** lyrics and it froze ya Just for a second made ya think Realize we on the brink, no time to blink The future's now, products of life and times Think responsible and use your mind 'Cause I'm quick on my feet like a kick from Jet Li That you did not expect, now there's pain in your neck Shake it off, yo, you gon' live Just pay more attention to the gifts we give Y'all could get swung on bringin' problems to me I ain't **** with y'all, so don't be **** with me You could get swung on if you ain't actin' right Did you ever think you would get smacked tonight? [Interlude] Politix swingin' on 'em Left-rights, right-lefts (Uppercuts) Yo [Verse 2] Whatever **** you could bring some My kung fus weigh a ton, about to swing one And **** you, rock you, knock you when I sock you Lock you, stop you, chop you, trip and drop you I swung with kung, but now it's time for hip-hop-fu I never broke (Hip-hop, hey) like Jet Li A fight scene at a club, ain't enough love Dope beats get her, vocals precise and snug All crumbs, y'all swept under the rug Bodies drug, sucka, what? Sure enough Styles and tactics are not F-withable Don't attempt, you wanna limp? Futuristic flow, quite terrific Like the glow in a baby's eyes, we be them guys [Verse 3] Get swung on, bringin' problems to me I ain't **** with y'all, so don't be **** with me I figure to treat a **** like a punchin' bag If he disrespects my space and gets up in my face Yo, back up, repeat it, back up, do I gotta hit you? And get into an altercation with the **** with you? I catch that little faker with a haymaker I scream "buck, buck" like we in Jamaica Yo, we all got fists but y'all got dissed Whatever, whatever, ****, it's all Politix Universal, J. Thorn, Politix been born Know that, uh, uh [Outro] Get swung on Get swung on (Smack the black off you) Get swung on (Whippin' everybody) Get swung on Crazy