My sophomore LP "Depth". Make some noise for the old school. Play this loud.
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lyrics
Tonight the night and y’all are my family
S.DOT making my commentary honest and candid, we
have arrived to get inside the vibe of ya fantasy
proud of nothing except our own insanity
I jam on beats live, five bucks at the door
and you can cop a copy from your local record store
Verbally affecting your perception of getting raw
set with uncut truth mixed with raw metaphors
The man with the mic, I came to snap raps
that’s right I’m tight like the straps on your backpack
So pass it back, I know ya sick of the rapper act
I grab a pad and spit pieces of me into this habitat
Tragic like the havoc of a bender at Mardi Gras
Rapper with the magic, just remember I started raw
Stacked with sarcastic quips and heavy hearted songs
Check me out y’all and if not, it’s just a party y’all
Cuz like it or not, if the spot pop, I’ll be there
after slamming five shots and three beers
Leave emcees scared of going after my live act
and when you get to hell, tell Michael Jackson I want my style back
This… Right…
here’s the jam
It’s hype… SO
here’s the plan
with ya beer in ya hand, toss it up in the sky and get em high y’all
get em up get em up!
Get em High!
Yeah, and it’s a throwback sound
Ain’t nothing too smart deep or profound
It’s just some rap sound to play in the background
while you lay ya mac down, the boys are back in town
Swords, serving for the mic division
Struggle flip the funk up with a ninja’s percission
Kicking intricate riddims, getting lifted, a vision
keep it hot like a ninety degree day in the kitchen
Quit ya bitchin’, man, the big kids came to play
the whiskey sipping bastard stumble walking this way
Say what you will, I’ll be talking this way
until the break of dawn, yeah, or til the lottery pays
With the skills to pay the bills, it gets ills
on the real to make a mill with drum fills
But it doesn’t really matter, it’s a party tonight
so put ya hands in the air if your feeling alright
This… Right…
here’s the jam
It’s hype… SO
here’s the plan
with ya beer in ya hand, toss it up in the sky and get em high y’all
get em up get em up!
Get em High!
THIS RIGHT… HERE’S THE…
THIS RIGHT… HERE’S THE…
jam (jam, jam jam)
THIS RIGHT… HERE’S THE…
THIS RIGHT… HERE’S THE…
This right here’s The MuthaFuckingJam
Hand up…
credits
from Depth,
released November 1, 2013
Shannon Swords: vocals
Ted Faust: keys
Isaac Arms: bass
Jesse Greenlee: drums
DJ Belly: turntables
Hailing from the Pacific Northwest of the United States, my name is Swords. I'm an emcee/producer Raised on rock and roll
and roots rock reggae, I've attempted to blaze a new trail for myself through the avenues of hip hop. In my time I've opened for acts such as Brother Ali, the Nappy Roots, Braille and Illogic. Check out the songs......more
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