Tekster: Sway. This Is My Demo. Hype Boys.

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

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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

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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
'Cause you gotta make money you don't need the loan
I'm a businessman underneath the foam
But you lie to the people and lead them on
You're not a bad boy, no
I got a bad boy flow
'Cause when in Rome you do what the Romans do
Especially when all roads lead to Rome
You need to stop pretending
Your mix tapes are still in boxes
'Cause you don't have a fan in your bedroom
What's that thing, in your hand? Put it down boy
'Cause you're not a killa, you're a sound boy

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