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practice - jon swaby lyrics

[jon swaby]:
comma, stuck in my sentence
you should hold on now, it might get b-mpy
don’t wanna get thrown out, land in a coma
or worse with the coroner
like brodie a bogey you bogus don’t want none
this is just practice
stop with the questions, ain’t got the answers
asking me how sway
f-ckin’ the game up, it wasn’t ralph though
wreck it i’m reckless h-tting a turbo
got it from nasa, racing for slips bro, hold up
riding a donk but i’m still doing donuts
sounds pump from the trunk getting chi chi
from bulma, pump in the trunk
better leave me alone now, slick with spit
but its blitz with the bone crush, flick with the wrist
bring the bliss if you want some
matrix again, just got off the phone call
this flow the raw dog, glove on i’m balrog
could be a pump fake, might be a sawed off
gifted with gibberish i’m dripping a bar crawl
crawl on the wall peter parker when barring out
spliff and a spliff i’ve been sipping a tall cup
gone off the broccoli
cross bow with the flow got two neo n-z-s
headshot from a drop going top speed
camo that i copped from a swap meet

[james.wav]:
imma, rap my -ss off i promise
jimmy gon’ blast the mask off adonis
turn a greek god into sediment
take his greek goddess
i thrift the fit, there’s no stylist
i ain’t ever shift the clique, my bros got it
you made a point just to touch
on the subject of beating me
as you can see there’s no stylus
my sh-t just be hands on
i’m so polished and buff i’m so scantron
when my bubble erupts i go cam’ron
all the k!lling this season
how come no one ever
sees mink when it’s breathing?
it’s rare form
got the force yeah i practice in air one’s
i’m so ill that they wish it was airborne
they be signing they souls
to ones that cosigned them
but that’s just a tangent
my theorem
is so monty pythagorean
rap is the sum of these squares
i ain’t laughing i’m opening oceans
and closing the cabinets
i ain’t no bureaucrat
but the way this sh-t going i might
throw my name in the hat and sh-t
i’ve been all about my practice
i have been iverson, so psilocybin
they tripping even when i p-ss it
there is no p-ssage on pad
that ain’t cl-ssic i wrote
poking holes all in the basket i wove
still carry my team to the basket you spoke
about money and magic and hoes
but the lavish reality’s damaged
be glad that you’re broke
i am on the mothership
james.wav the colored kid
same day, some other sh-t

- jon swaby lyrics

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