Built To Swing
How did I become the best to do it and y'all ain't even seen me yet?
It's simple as the scripture "Jesus wept."
I keep in step with the echelon
But heads are coming off this time, it's messier than wreckless op wrecks gone wrong
The rest of y'all too goodie, and I don't mean like Goodie Mob
Of course God is good, without Christ who could He crossed?
It's like you don't think I know that, or never got the hood involved
But hold on, I won't flex like I'm Mr. Perfect, that'd be a stretch like Mr. Fantastic
Fact is, Cas has more sin in him than scratches from Mista Sinista, but this ain't the place for that
That was "Providence Road" and this is "Old Fashioned"
The next known chapter in my solo tablet
"Guest Room" was just to attract ya
Put some peeps on and prove I can rap with anyone out there
But hold on, don't mistake me for cocky
'Cause if we box you'll probably mistake me for Rocky
I don't drop easy, you might not want to match Hogle
Been known to make M.C.'s change names like patch overs
Homie that's flowing, that's flowing
I say it twice for you cats still moving in slow motion like a dial-up modem
I'm open
In my zone like Kobe, can't nobody control me
So hold on, wait your turn
Actually half of y'all really ought to just raise your chir’ren (children)
Go get a turtle sandbox and play in the dirt
Stay out the booth if you ain't making it burn
I'm aiming to earn, ain't searching for coat tails to ride on
I got my own leeches, squares, call them Scions
I've tried to let bygones be "bye" gones
But it's like they keep missing I (eye) like a Cyclops
So they hold on, hoping for a slot in the spot light
They better off voting for a Rott in a dog fight
Might actually hit that lick
Instead of sitting around here waiting, wishing Killa Cas gets rich
'Cause this isn't the scene if you're in it for the green
Go get the triple beam and take your chances in the streets with the branches and the leaves
Remember one thing, don't get in monkey business if your hands ain't built to swing
Hold on