Splitt (Comin` Out Swingin`)

<br>yo, we about to twist this shit up right here<br>(as we cross over into a new millennium) <br>it might be too strong for some <br>so I suggest you motherfuckers buckle the fuck up<br>(see what I`m saying?)<br>where you gonna hide?<br>rags to rags, how does the stone turn to static?<br>its tragic, drop `em lie a bad force of habit<br>not dramatic, traumatic- got me turning in my sleep<br>Pencil pushin` plutos, motherfuck critiques<br>no defeat, complete, never sleep `n never will<br>and just like &quot;the real&quot;, I`ve entered my time to kill<br>climbing the ring, I`m gonna wear away the doubt<br>cause if I dug my own grave I can dig myself out<br>come on, come on<br>check it- check it- check it<br>takers, fakers, barrel bottom scrapers<br>seperating family from those phony money makers<br>papers stuffed, rolled, and laced with a lesson<br>vapors graced so aftertaste is faced with confession<br>end of session blessin` first impressions stressin` thinking twice<br>and blaming my aggressions on some other world`s advice<br>so slice, split, splice and pay the price that it brings<br>but i can stand on my own, I don`t need strings<br>I`m not fuckin` splitt<br>I`m comin` out swingin` so heads be spinning<br>bringing on the soup to keep the ear drums ringing<br>I`m comin` out swingin` with ties unstringing<br>splitting up the frame for a whole new beginning<br>I`m comin` out swingin`<br>I`ve told so many lies, built too many walls<br>broken too many hearts, shed too many tears<br>burned too many bridges, taken too many falls<br>buried too many friends, I`ve buried too many fears<br>shit`s pumpin`, body`s are jumpin`<br>waiting for something or somebody<br>up in the party to get the head bumpin`<br>split it up- hit it up- but get it up<br>while I set it up, causing confusion, we wet it up<br>from the drum traks- guitar strum and high strung<br>and fine tuned- the time is too soon so let it hum<br>from the power lung, the time come to make it happen<br>over the bother some bitches who want to jack it up<br>track it up, pick it up, you better stick it up<br>dope shit all over the table you gotta lick it up<br>(chorus)<br>I`m comin` out swingin`- I`m comin` out swingin`<br>I`m comin` out- I`m comin` out, motherfucker..ha ha ha..<br>Splitt<br>family fueds and family ties<br>now you can sew them up but i see through your eyes<br>through the surface and through the lies<br>and through your ability to hypnotize<br>now the road has splitt and i can see no ends<br>I`ve got angel`s wings mixed with plastic friends<br>I got two paths to choose and I can`t decide<br>too little, too late, two worlds divide<br>our worlds divide<br>so better choose your side<br>splitt- and out worlds divide