Master the Swing

Rap-trap rappers master the swing Tiger I lie while you glide with the chimps I tell this guy with the five figure whip My tea is Mizer tight with the scripts Ice in my eye from the tea that I sip Got trees in my jeans and the queen in the crib My lean figure screams when I beat up the riff Mean on the scene leave your cleaner a tip There's more to report you're a neek when he spits When he's in the mix it's deeper than shit Pardon the French ooh la la from the sticks