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Practice
Hip-Hop/Rap
Practice was released on April 7, 2017 by Jon Swaby as a part of the album Practice - Single
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Release DateApril 7, 2017
LabelJon Swaby
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
James.wav
James.wav
Performer
Jonathan Caliph Swaby
Jonathan Caliph Swaby
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angel Manuel Pacheco
Angel Manuel Pacheco
Songwriter
Jonathan Caliph Swaby
Jonathan Caliph Swaby
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Jon Swaby]:
Comma, stuck in my sentence
You should hold on now, it might get bumpy
Don’t wanna get thrown out, land in a coma
Or worse with the coroner
Like brodie a bogey you bogus don’t want none
This is just practice
Stop with the questions, ain't got the answers
Asking me how sway
Fuckin' the game up, it wasn’t Ralph though
Wreck it I’m reckless hitting a turbo
Got it from NASA, racing for slips bro, hold up
Riding a donk but I'm still doing donuts
Sounds pump from the trunk getting Chi Chi
From Bulma, pump in the trunk
Better leave me alone now, slick with spit
But its blitz with the bone crush, flick with the wrist
Bring the bliss if you want some
Matrix again, just got off the phone call
This flow the raw dog, glove on I’m balrog
Could be a pump fake, might be a sawed off
Gifted with gibberish I’m dripping a bar crawl
Crawl on the wall peter parker when barring out  
Spliff and a spliff I've been sipping a tall cup
Gone off the broccoli
Cross bow with the flow got two neo nazis
Headshot from a drop going top speed
Camo that i copped from a swap meet
[James.wav]:
Imma, rap my ass off I promise
Jimmy gon' blast the mask off Adonis
Turn a Greek God into sediment
Take his Greek Goddess
I thrift the fit, there's no stylist
I ain't ever shift the clique, my bros got it
You made a point just to touch
On the subject of beating me
As you can see there's no stylus
My shit just be hands on
I'm so polished and buff I'm so scantron
When my bubble erupts I go Cam'ron
All the killing this season
How come no one ever
Sees mink when it's breathing?
It's rare form
Got the force yeah I practice in Air One's
I'm so ill that they wish it was airborne
They be signing they souls
To ones that cosigned them
But that's just a tangent
My theorem
Is so Monty Pythagorean
Rap is the sum of these squares
I ain't laughing I'm opening oceans
And closing the cabinets
I ain't no bureaucrat
But the way this shit going i might
Throw my name in the hat and shit
I've been all about my practice
I have been Iverson, so psilocybin
They tripping even when I pass it
There is no passage on pad
That ain't classic I wrote
Poking holes all in the basket I wove
Still carry my team to the basket you spoke
About money and magic and hoes
But the lavish reality's damaged
Be glad that you're broke
I am on the mothership
James.wav the colored kid
Same day, some other shit
Written by: Angel Manuel Pacheco, Jonathan Caliph Swaby
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