Hype Boys - Sway

Hype boys, hype boys

Everyone’s a killer

Drug dealer with the nine mill’er

That’s not sensible

And I can sense the bull

That’s why these rapers couldn’t see me comin'

If they were vaginas with spectacles

And I’ve got the testicles to testify the truth

Half these rapers are only gansters in the booth

And they ain’t never been to no pen

They just hold one

Me I be no gangster, I’m just tellin’you the truth

But I run up in the game like bang bang bang bang

That’s why, that’s why everyone keeps sayin'

Have you heard Sway he’s Nine Nine Nine Nine

That guy, that guy’s heavy in the game

And ask where buy this Fe Fi Fo

But them guys coulda never feel my flow

Sway all the way from the U to the K Order Bacardi up in the Te To Oh

Getting over the cds I’ve sold in it

I just want 'em to know that’s the goal in it That’s the goal ain’t it Half the haters they ain’t doing nothing with a mike but holdin’it

They slow, with it So they could new bring it to the game in the new school

I play too brutual

That’s why I control like a court side teacher’s bugle

People down in england ain’t all wild

But some places in Britain ain’t the place to raise your child

Cause even the royal family ain’t all smiles

Cause everybody knows, Harry don’t look like Charles

See me I’ve never been to court and I’ve never been on trial, boys

Never been fought even though I’ve been around, boy

What’s that thing in your hand?

Put it down boy

Cause you’re not a killa, you’re a sound boy

Hype boys, hype boys

Everyone’s a bad man now

On the mike boys, mike boys

And everyone’s a mad man now

And the semi goes

Bratatatatatatatata (yeah right)

And the semi goes

Ratata (nah), bang bang

Hype boys, hype boys

Everyone’s a mad man now

On the mike boys, mike boys

And everyone’s a bad man now

And the semi goes

Bratatatatatatatata (yeah right)

And the semi goes

Ratata (nah), bang bang

Pound is stronger than the doller (holla)

Sway, I run up in this game

Like a rub’er without a rubber

And now I been around and a pro

Won a couple of awards now, round of applause

And now I’m making peas and I’m pleasing my people

Not even a Jamiroquai hat could fit my ego

'nough of these rappers ain’t real, they just rapping hype

Why you shouting all the time, don’t you have a mike?

Run up in the club like, be-ow, be-ow

Bust two lyrics then, we out, we out

Them boys talk to re-al, real

But they post like, meow meow

And they don’t really want no war time,

This rap game is all mine

It will never be your time

Never bra, 'cause you’re small time

And I got more time, so settle down boy

Before I make you look like something like a clown boy

What’s that thing in your hand?

Put it down boy

'Cause you’re not a killa, you’re sound boy

Are you a liar?

If your reply is no you’re lying now

Because we living a lie

and then we die

and then we’re lying down

Look at my Adam’s Apple

It’s not that my neck hurts, no no Its just the truth is hard to swallow

And you can see that I’m an expert

So let, let me elaborate

As I navigate

Like a husky

But trust me The truth is, I wouldn’t even trust me Many rely on religion, that doesn’t make sense

Cause that’s considered a sin

It is really no winning

'cause every one habors a liar within them

It’s just that we’re different

Being a bad liar is like having a bad lawyer

As soon as they get caught they get the sentence uffed up A good liar’s benevolent

With a memory like an elephant

Intelegent

And knows exactly when to shhhhh

Lies spread around like viruses

So how can I survive in this?

'Cause even the truth lies (where?)

In people’s irises

So how can I resist

I had to lie to write this verse

Got my talent for twisting words

Hence my title, I’m a «lie"ricist

When you work the people don’t want to leave alone