Sittin on top of the bay, watchin the tide
 It's time to break the tension away, come take a ride
 As you enter the dimension of the crew SoleSides
 it ain't nuttin goin on but a party
 Now brothers wanna flex but I'm over they heads
 I got the funky type of style to rip your vocals to shreds
 I'm never runnin from the Feds wearin red Pro Keds
 Cause -- I ain't did nuttin to no-BODY!
 I dedicate that line to Shack from South Central
 Not sayin I'm the baddest but I know I got potential
 For every black man hung lyrically I lynch you
 Your style is kinda dry hope my melody can quench you
 My soul is one with all although my ego is against you
 See rap is a raw meat, so now I got to mince you
 I'm playin rappers out like an old pair of gym shoes
 I can do anything, I can do anything
 Crusin down the street in my six-four Impala
 Is what I'd like to be doin if only I had the dollars
 A baller ain't a baller if he ain't got balls
 A scholar ain't a scholar if he ain't got scho-lastic
 education, and if not that, then learn from life
 Beyond all of the material crap
 A human ain't a human if he doesn't make mistakes
 And the name of this song is Swan Lake
 Verse Two:
 A planet ain't a planet if it don't have wars
 A battle ain't a battle if you don't catch scars
 A mind that ain't inquisitive really doesn't got
 shit to live for if you can't explore the
 realms of thought you ought not test lest
 you be chomped up, like a pop rock, stopped for a
 bead from the weed lady, thought it was the bomb
 Really wasn't nuttin but a bag of strong palms
 Lost twenty dollars, didn't get high
 Maybe next time I use my finances right
 Live another day, learn another lesson
 Ain't no need to get my mental status cold stressin
 that it's so ill that it's fo'-real that it's
 no skill displayed, de shades gone now
 So it's time to build my own umbrella
 Tell it tell her hella mellow fellows loungin
 Better bread I never fled a header of the sounds and
 all I wanna do is run my own universe
 Grab the mic and let my spirit just FLOCK when I croon a verse
 Mind over matter, spirit over mind
 A doobie and a skin funky breakbeats and rhymes
 A true blue homey to the end reminiscin with your
 sister in the living room gin
 A life with a plan nine acres on a land
 Building self by yourself helpin out a fellow man
 Prepare for the essence when your inner soul's free
 Before the departure plantin of the right seed
 I think what everybody's strivin for is peace of mind
 I'm thinkin the world is full of inner places that are out there to
 find
 Manipulated minds need to make an escape
 And the name of this song is Swan Lake
 Manipulated minds need to make an escape
 And the name of this song is Swan Lake