Swan lake

[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