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mr. swing - no style lyrics

[verse 1: mr. swing]

mics, they crumble in my death grip
ready to rumble, never mumble when i let rip
ever humble, but i’m fresh as a breath strip
tongue like a whip, hear the crack when i spit
holy god, its a swiss cheese jesus
a work of art, so judge me on uniqueness
never looked or acted my age
yet they judge the book without flipping a page
my ways, are suede with smoothness
cut like a razor blade ruthless movements
the students ain’t meeting at the dojo
voodoo children, they relying on the mojo
oh no, extinct like the dodo
bird brains dropping shit think its cold tho
its funny cuz to me you’re super average
style before substance? you got it backwards
i’m handmade, yours is prepackaged
rap rage, step back and watch me ravage
i’m rippin’ ligaments, servin’ up disfigurements
your wickedness always looking for partic-p-nts
b-tch, better watch who ya talking to
silence, bow ya head when i’m walking through
mastercl-ss, bruce lee how i kick it dude
that means i kick it with..

[chorus]
no style

n-o-s-t-y-l-e x3

no style, no style

n-o-s-t-y-l-e x3

thats, thats, no style..

[verse 2: mr. swing]

what it means is i’m versatile
diverse, change it up still worth ya while
steer clear of one way streets
one trick ponies, and one spike cleats
get a grip, on this game you claimin’
so amazin’ how you trickin’ these laymen
rearrange they brain so you’re worthy of praisin’
well i’m reclaimin’ the name you’re shamin’
hip-hop, hear it knocking at ya eardrum
drip drop, dope flowing so you feel numb
here i am, kicking how i live it
color me wild, paint the picture vivid
crystalized styles, set in stone
don’t duplicate the method, get your own
mr. swing, this is me living lawless
started to give an f, now i’m flawless
old school to new, so adaptable
screw the state of hip-hop watch the capital
rise, like smoke from a wildfire
i’ll never have enough, watch me climb higher
burn it down, burn it down till its ashes
i’ll keep bringing the flame till it catches
spark cells until i trip the mind
an open field, not plain just undefined

[chorus]

- mr swing lyrics

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