Partner To Swing Lyrics

Partner To Swing lyrics

Verse 1:
Check it I catch more heat than a histitic jew
You catch two
thumbs down like a Matty Rich movie review
Your individuality is missing
like Adam Walsh
Your image faker than the hair on Diana Ross
Too far gone
inside my art form
Worshipping the ground that I walk on that's cool
But
while you're being me who's being you?
I'm hot like Patra Doggystyle on all
fours
End your career like Christopher Williams did Al B. Sures
Mass
hysteria, malaria come to ya area
You couldn't touch my style with Hands
Across America
I slaughter, spit in your water like Kidd homes
Leave you
need orthoscopic surgury like Quincey Jones
Cause I can give Beverly, Demi
and even Melvin Moore (more)
Van Halen, Eddie, get Ellen ready make Pauly
Shore (sure)
Your new single sounds like the double dutch bust
remix
Watch you collapse and die like you was River Phoenix
Me and rap go
way back like LL's hairline
Nigga fuck a punch line, I write fucking punch
rhymes
I'm gorgous so when I'm performing just leave your girls at
home
I'm the best thing to happen to bitches since the straightening
comb
When I'm up in 'em spittin' venoms I never go soft (never)
I make
that pussy snap Back Back Back and Forth
Some more outtakes over B.Rich
roughbreaks
I write more rhymes han Rick James makes license plates
So
life every voice and sing
Cause I don't need no partner to
swing
Hook:
They don't know
They don't need a partner to swing
(X6)
"More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba
Verse 2:
Surrounded by more
mysteries than the stone henge
Warning your friends, Chino X could make the
corrinor cringe
Urinating in the audience when I perform
Biting the heads
of chickens and bats like Ozzy Osborne
I got multiple personalities so be
afraid
The cypher is ? I'm Jim Jones now here's the Kool-Aid
You better
recognize and know the time like Barisa or dance like
Kid'N'Play
Cause
You Ain't Gonna Hurt Nobody
You better fear will I knife or stick in
you
Look up at the sky and ask why has God forsaken you
Chin-wa! Bringin'
new styles that MC's couldn't start
While the walls be closin' in on them
like fat around Dr. J's heart
To keep in shape I scrap knives and I take
lives
Subliminally I encourage teenage suicide
When my video is on the
Box you gets to orderin'
People want to know the 4-1-1 on art of origin
I
was bitter got richer, the nigga child molester
Throwin' out my shit like Red
Fox did Ann Nester
Can't be productive when your partner is just a lazy
bitch
Leaves you feeling frusterated like you signed to Wild Pitch
Now
like Sammy Davis ran from the IRS
You better run from that nigga Chino
X
And if you score well then perform, MC's with hesitence
Remember you
can be replaced like Ann did on Crushed Grapes
You're man is holding you up
don't front like everything is dandy
Peace to 5 foot 6 now I'm out like John
Candy
Hook (x4)
verse 3:
So now you gotta put in time if you wanna get
near me
But you can't hear me, cause you're an asshole like Dennis
Leary
Leave you crispy like the children of Kadaffi
You couldn't get no
justice if you dug up Thurgo Marshall's body
My career is right out of the
bible in the show bizness
I drop my staff it turn to snakes just like
Moses
If I found a new crew with same circumstances
Catch the L and
they'll be assed out like Prince's pants
I'm back on track without another
nigga urfin' me
Peace to Ragman, now I'm out like Freddy Mercury
So lift
every voice and sing
Cause I don't need no partner to swing
Hook (x3)