From the Swat

So (So, so) My music is like an attraction Real funky This your people, always talk, talk, talk, nothing Do you see? I talk, talk, they always talk, ha-ha) Yeah man, I know you must answer I know you must answer (ha-ha-ha) Look, I'm for the swat, you can get your issue Look, I'm for the swat, you can get your issue (Born from the West) Look, I'm for the swat, you can get your issue (B-b-born from the West) Look, I'm for the swat, you can get your issue Look, I grew up in Winfield on Forum Park Two options, fight for your life or starve Dracos could've had my chest tore apart But the hemoglobin of the lamb had my door marked Ooh, that's Haile, Haile Mi padre, Yahweh, you could see he hydrate my wave Drive straight through my old hood, was forced to migrate Intense crime rate had bodies sittin' sideways Ooh, flow hot as a cookout Before them Charlo twins was bookin' bouts, I went the crook route You would shout if I could count out the times I nearly got took out Half these lames, they claimed to be gangstas, was really lookout, so Look, I'm for the swat, you can get your issue Look, I'm for the swat, you can get your issue (Born from the West) Look, I'm for the swat, you can get your issue (B-b-born from the West) Lookin' for the swat, you can get your issue Born from the West, born from the West B-b-born from the West, born from the West Born from the West, born from the West B-b-born from the West, born from the West Olympic flow, I need five rings and a flamin' torch Went to the school of hard knocks, I had to stay the course I tried my hardest to keep the peace, never waging war 'Cause if I shoot, my partner shoot the same shot like we playin' horse Prayin' for all the G's movin' keys like they playin' court They endorse and may exhort low-key archaic forms Of thinking to keep you the kingpin of your decaying corpse Be weary of things you cravin' for and what you say before You get it I will not be afraid to go in next time Look, I get to cookin' and conjurin' though Flows that be timeless so I don't have to remind them That I'm a shark and piranha in one, flow like the Dalai Llama My mama ain't had no commas, my garments was never designer 'Less I would steal from behind the counter at Westward Mall Got lucky, was blessed to ball, low-key be next to fall Victim to the street, did everything to go out there and make you prove yourself But I'm still connected with them G's like a Gucci belt Truly felt that holdin' it down, I was a skilled leader Plus I would get it shakin' with both hands like a cheerleader No pom-pom's, I would drop bombs on an op I wore Sean John 'til it dawned on me to stop I felt like Don Juan and low-key was sworn torn And them Boston days are long gone, but I felt like I'm Ron Bron With the rock of ages in my corner, when I'm on phase I'm sweet as Lorna Doom 'cause I'm tryna sign us all coons when I'm performin' Yo, Tobe, why you rappin' so hard?