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Verse One: Gift of Gab 
Sittin on top of the bay, watchin the tide 
It's time to break the tension away, come take a ride 
As you enter the dimension of the crew SoleSides 
it ain't nuttin goin on but a party 
Now brothers wanna flex but I'm over they heads 
I got the funky type of style to rip your vocals to shreds 
I'm never runnin from the Feds wearin red Pro Keds 
Cause -- I ain't did nuttin to no-BODY! 
I dedicate that line to Shack from South Central 
Not sayin I'm the baddest but I know I got potential 
For every black man hung lyrically I lynch you 
Your style is kinda dry hope my melody can quench you 
My soul is one with all although my ego is against you 
See rap is a raw meat, so now I got to mince you 
I'm playin rappers out like an old pair of gym shoes 
I can do anything, I can do anything 
Crusin down the street in my six-four Impala 
Is what I'd like to be doin if only I had the dollars 
A baller ain't a baller if he ain't got balls 
A scholar ain't a scholar if he ain't got scho-lastic 
education, and if not that, then learn from life 
Beyond all of the material crap 
A human ain't a human if he doesn't make mistakes 
And the name of this song is Swan Lake 
Verse Two: 
A planet ain't a planet if it don't have wars 
A battle ain't a battle if you don't catch scars 
A mind that ain't inquisitive really doesn't got 
shit to live for if you can't explore the 
realms of thought you ought not test lest 
you be chomped up, like a pop rock, stopped for a 
bead from the weed lady, thought it was the bomb 
Really wasn't nuttin but a bag of strong palms 
Lost twenty dollars, didn't get high 
Maybe next time I use my finances right 
Live another day, learn another lesson 
Ain't no need to get my mental status cold stressin 
that it's so ill that it's fo'-real that it's 
no skill displayed, de shades gone now 
So it's time to build my own umbrella 
Tell it tell her hella mellow fellows loungin 
Better bread I never fled a header of the sounds and 
all I wanna do is run my own universe 
Grab the mic and let my spirit just FLOCK when I croon a verse 
Mind over matter, spirit over mind 
A doobie and a skin funky breakbeats and rhymes 
A true blue homey to the end reminiscin with your 
sister in the living room gin 
A life with a plan nine acres on a land 
Building self by yourself helpin out a fellow man 
Prepare for the essence when your inner soul's free 
Before the departure plantin of the right seed 
I think what everybody's strivin for is peace of mind 
I'm thinkin the world is full of inner places that are out there to 
find 
Manipulated minds need to make an escape 
And the name of this song is Swan Lake 
Manipulated minds need to make an escape 
And the name of this song is Swan Lake

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