No Games

Swift is mystic, gifted pen grip No shit, Sherlock - flow spit burn blocks Go get your Glock if you wanna pop shit Cuz on this rap tip, man, you better stop it You outta your gourd, I'm out of this world I'm not of this world, I sweat diamonds and pearls I mean, I drip jewels but they are not for the swine Your style hotter than mine? That sounds outta control I exhale, my breath sails you outta your soul I body rock like earth, you dead weight in space Take ten paces off the edge of a cliff And take note of nobility, no bull shit That's on Osiris, I don't pull quick Baby, I like it raw - uh - my mic was formed From the fossils of phony apostles Whose very being was jostled by peace, not hostile Sit still, shit's real I give life but y'all be swearing that Swift kills Sick skills, stomp stage, rip bills Get bills, flip bills, never sniffed pills Never shot crack, never smoked xans Not a fan of strip clubs, I don't throw bands Not a young buck, not a old man I procure the dope jams, people go damn Fasho, solo, man, bolo yo' whole clan Dolo for dough, improvised so no plans I hope for mo' fans than Yoko Ono's mans Whose ashes were spread in my city 10 years ago, I was almost head of my city Yeah, I moved but still don't put nothin ahead of my city I swore that I would be breaded as Diddy, but I dropped the ball Instead of rap, I should've invested in alcohol You heard of this, superlative journalist Apex editor, straight wreck tournaments Rose gold medalist, meddle with medicine Music is an alchemical element I'll drudge the dregs and the sediment Reconstitute it and reconstruct the edifice sans embellishment Pure like the recollections of an elephant With eloquence I represent elegant ghetto shit Deluxe laces in Timberland boots Sipping Old English out of champagne flutes Used to rock gold fronts with a whole suite If it ain't about no loot, it don't compute Test me, you don't want to My whole one-two is so un cute I get ugly like no one do This ain't rap, I'm just lettin' my soul run through