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sway in the morning – oswin benjamin “sway’s universe” freestyle كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: oswin benjamin]
ay, look
it took depression runnin’ this course
p-wn the family goat for some months to ride on a iron horse
disregardin’ my reality to cling to the gospel god spoke
for sway to say, “come through”, now i’m here; the condom broke
see these is pro-method scene, no activists
stopped leaning on n-ggas since tony hawk was on activision
foresight with no execution is just a hallucination
why have dreams if you ain’t gon’ act the vision?
so i tatted my hands for the motivation
these corporations ain’t sh-t, f-ck a day shift, ay b-tch
this sazón too potent for seasonal wages
i paid for showcases off unemployment compensation, facts
build a four hundred [?] for the road
my second home, my resume ain’t get it
retain information, goin’ forth, daily planet
same n-ggas i seen at my lowest, lane switchin’, facts
-beat switch-
i decided to ascend, they digressed to bein’ fly
but still i hold kryptonite with them same fingers
that i use to take frames off
i seen red flags on blocks they cripped on, these blues too cryptic
but if i fall off my high horse, they still will cheer
for this christopher reeves, revealin’ pain in ’em
operating system been that ios to win
now my macintosh are from different gardens, these jobs pay different
rest in peace, i seen the victory lap
learnin’ to see silver lining through the clouds
lauren london my grind and fell in love with the hustle
i marathoned through back blocks, found god off the scenic route
second eviction, condom wrappers, and bible scriptures
hit the weed, [?], old hoes i hit up
blocked more times a month, these messages ain’t get delivered
fell victim to a lot of angles, a lot of filters
-beat switch-
a lot of secrets i second-guessed about tellin’ dudes
set trippin’ that inbox where that thing left me red and blue
deliberated dismemberin’ those degenerates
goin’ criss angel on hoes that knows i’m heaven sent
twenty-one, caught chlamydia from a bird
and i ain’t let my wood peck ‘er ever since, sway
i wasn’t gettin’ no -ss at all
now they on my b-lls to see how far the pendulum swings
look, i been through a whole lotta sh-t
i’m a [?] for a grip now, n-gga
almost lost the missus try’na craft the hits, my n-gga
petrified of what this wave may bring
there’s two type of boats
and i was told you got to choose one
it’s album sales or relationships, my n-gga
or you could do both, if you got [?] the backstroke
with that wooden panel [?], i’m [tired/tied]
-beat switch-
of these tidals that [?] streamin’ us dry
but i rock with it till the wave subsides
or till they see the hova that resides in every line, i hold the line
that’s a flagrant on rajon, disrespect my stripes
got a tech in sight for your mind, blow the whistle
n-ggas too short to see eye to eye with divinity that resides
inside of os with a [?] intertwine, uh
i’m the perfect marriage of humanism and god
look, channel the holy ghost on my own
that’s oprah winfrey’s network
and oprah winfrey’s net worth is found inside every line that i scribe
i’m dancin’ with devils, now technique’s immortalized, fill up
pennin’ flows, blueprints, try and be the coolest
[?] lucious, young o was studying hov’
no disc jockey dashin’, movin’ clueless
an overwhelmed underdeveloped student pursuin’ music
-beat switch-
still in motion like a running man, but so was the son of sam
i was murderin’ any beat that i’d see, n-gga
raised in a barn, bench pressin’ my pen’s message
they see sunday, know it’s the end of them weak n-ggas, whoa
let that sink, i’m constructin’ these euphemisms for you to listen
i use the truth to expose the gimmicks, implode its fillings
revealin’ the cynic christian double-crossin’ god
like two nazarenes and a crucifixion
before the locks, couldn’t get the p or a kiss for nothin’
when i would k!ll a mic’ at every show and see low green
this big boy would dream to get his family out the dungeon
make n-ggas look up to the bars on some bottom bunk sh-t, look
my back slidin’ with the soul of michael
i gave ’em the phil without a single jackson
i gave ’em beauty in the midst of the struggle
i gave ’em stardom with feet planted still on the planet
gave ’em oswin when i was losin’ myself
even when i lied to the hoes, still stayed true to myself
mama called me a pioneer back when tyson was bitin’ ears
went to church for that holy fill, she knew my soul needed health
she knew america’s focus on the exterior designs
put a filter on everything for the sake of a like
we so worried about the loan, we ain’t even fixin’ the lights
we so worried about this war, we ain’t even fixin’ the pipes
-beat switch-
look, i ain’t political, i’m just a dog with sentence view
ridiculed for how the spirit move
you ever seen a survivor through a robin williams type of depression?
well this dead poet is livin’ proof
i did my dirt on the come up though
a dugtrio skeeted, left mayonnaise on some patties, a doug trio
offset by they ways, know when they take off broads for amigos
that’s when i take off like a migos
the same for any lil’ n-gga
try’na politic and bill danny, get devito
i been the type of janosz to speak life to a vigo
paint a picture so real no way it don’t touch the people
i remember gettin’ suspended in seventh grade
for indecent exposure, i couldn’t care at all
so showin’ my -ss ain’t nothin’ new to me
pause, i ain’t got a problem barin’ it all
-beat switch-
fake jerseys, fake pradas, wore ’em all
[?] all the letters came off
but now, uh, i’m gon’ fly, may get mine when the drones fly
cross my fingers prayin’ you clones die when i close eyes
oh my, this that student loan flow without the cosign
clothespins hangin’ [?] polos on clotheslines
eleventh item in the tenth item maximum clothes line
layaway payments for people frosty before the snow time
[?], people [?] the player
mama prayin’ the rain will stop fallin’
in the kitchen before the flow dry
stop a saudi says kirk franklin
look like [?], life was [?] that k dot [?]
[?] my d-mn rights, d-mn right, he back at it
a reincarna– wreak havoc, that g*nius that reads backwards
all that sodium y’all throwin’ on my podium
potent enough to live on the surface of saltine crackers
-beat switch-
how you survive in a industry full of posers and meat jackers?
i usher in my sound and let the heat clap ’em
i too got caught with that round of applause
that’s what happens when you fire, and you this raw, my fault
a little too much tracy, i be wildin’
the type of n-gga to black out on the ku klux in the hood
where overpriced sativa leave you buried for good
genocide and cognac and backwoods and sh-t
-beat switch-
i ain’t no better
after this i might go cop a little bottle of whatever
this is brownsville meets selma
righteous as manogamy with a little infidelity
in my percent of that balance you can’t get rid of, uh
and with god bein’ my anchor, man, this bruce almighty
i carry substance through all you fellas, i’m too good
and like a white author in ’42 with a tight noose
i don’t feel right hangin’ with n-ggas
more concerned with a perfect facade than a flawed picture
see, every masterpiece has its blemishes, mona lisa
painters fool us but we ain’t stupid
there’s a difference from lack of knowledge
and not having that access to it, ’cause look
what we know about us, and what they know about our selves
it never falls in the lines of bein’ congruent
closer we get to learnin’ that truth
but our regality in reality turn us to casualities, then remove it now
display your portion in books, then dilute it
make every attempt to decline every [?] movement
follow a western european rendition of jesus
with a oval office that walks in the steps of judas
[?] salvation [?] bruisers
the hammer used to crucify us been the gavel
we took those chains and pedaled with pure will
to survive in a bar you said that we can’t handle
peep the cycle, the psychological damage that’s been done
due to this narrative, it’s a scary one, uh
but a g*nius, f-ckers were so in fear of us
they found a way to make us inferior
-beat switch-
take your lions out of the jungle, labellin’ them a threat
in environments you designed to be ruptured
evironments you designed to be ruptured
but until my lions learn to how write from they own perspectives
every story read’ll be glorifyin’ a hunter, look
to be honest, i might not read the comments
i know they wanted that roofless os with no legs
but instead i’m holly holms to those heads ’round the net
stepped on platforms to kick knowledge
and still i’m fly enough to make any woman’s esophagus
a landin’ strip for my c-ckpit, look
y’all ain’t worthy, y’all fergie
singin’ fake anthems in the wrong francis scott key
i try to tune y’all out with that f-ckery
[mount f-ck it], tell them, “shut up”
the old two black eyed peas
you think i’m more guyanese than male shin tops
i pick locks to bas-m-nts, but we’ll keep that low key
the same [shottas] that rolled flour will roll up on you
and clap a n-gga like the proper way to make roti, boy
that’s some culture for yo’ -ss
how you plan to build a monument to future from the sculptures of yo’ past?
what, you gon’ stand outside forever
reminiscin’ on the ones you -ssisted?
personifyin’ [?] sculpture of the past
talkin’ all of that jazz, but you couldn’t hold the band
if it grew legs and hopped up into your hanc-ck, herbie
black beetle, [? courtney] in the flat top
[dancin’ in the bucket] with my mouth
and [davis] headin’ to heaven, ain’t this
some sh-t, god [be] on the way, now you motherf–
theresa, they got nothin’ to say now
the tale is told, the tale of this hairless o
ironically grew by dreadin’ this growth, but i’m here now
low self-esteem, something like macchiatos
but i’ve grown to a man, [bare hands for the bed down]
i’m [?] like accessories, who i am now
the son of man and the son of god
i’m uncle sam’s nephew with a credit score lower than eyelids
from my kin that get high all of the time, tryin’ to get designin’
the nappy-headed know that [?]
i recite sh-t to rearrange the climate
section 8, [?] flow
f-ck the polite sh-t, i write sh-t i believe is the right sh-t
and i admit to the accolades that i have been hittin’
i’ve gotten way too serious
homicide cyphers, they say i’m way too serious
from satellite radio to those tv appearances
judged on sway ’cause of my lifetime sentences
unaware the gold inside the dock in my penmanship
and they don’t get this sh-t, they all got a problem
they don’t share y’all gravitatin’ to oswin
from ogden to austin, to texas sent
to my inbox, callin’, need the best without a label or album
how could one with a gun charge and one in the dean’s list
hear my sh-t and love still be the outcome
god, see ain’t a track that can’t get outrun
boy, i’m jesse owens with the souls
the fingers wave at ’em here, ’cause ain’t a style that can’t get outdone
see there was god, there was moses, then it’s me
but i split it different, see, when palm put to the rod, man
no bullsh-ttin’, no bullpennin’
i hit home when i touch bases
no tobacco, just truth spittin’ till there’s no sense, stop pulpitin’
[?] bring death to the doubt
paint a mural so dope, pen and needle, lupe would smile
[?]
black thought blacked out and inspired me
condolences if you follow behind me
r.i.p. to nipsey and those casualties in and out of rappin’
i know it may sound cheesy, but rest easy, mac
they don’t pray forwards, they prey on us
they scream “rest in power” to give power to vices that dig the grave for us
all those memorials and murals is cool
from y’all n-ggas’ sleep, but when y’all find the gumption to wake forrest?
don’t wait until a wake to pray for us
don’t wait until jesus walks to ye for us
clap for me, an encore before i’m a part of the funeral parlor
the call, let me smell the rose
and let y’all praise be the praise i redirect to messiah before he take me home
n-gga

- sway in the morning

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