Swan Lake Lyrics - 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 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 den 

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