Swan Lake - Blackalicious

Verse One: Gift of Gab 
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