[Mxlplx]
Burning in the Fyre, melt me the fuck down
It hurts to be inspired by hot shit that makes you drown
In flames like junkyard tires can smell me way cross town
Everyday me ride the wire, by nightfall I'm not around
And the airplane I fly is higher than the most highest of ground
Breaking through the ozone layer, blazing trails of dirty sounds
Put all my sheep in elevator and escalate 'bove this now
Follow me but watch yourself cuz it takes time to learn this style
Can't be duplicated, cold stealth turning tables into files
Filled with mold is full of nothing but pages covered with wild
Revelations from the fucked up head above mystique with spirals
Clip rhythm like kaleidoscope visions of sonic rifles
Putting holes in all the mouths of men with fake pussyclot smile
Dropping down 916, F-Y-R-E for a fix
Audio hallucinogens, Swanky's own music presents
Real shit for real ones still down to keep that real shit underground

[Swank Daddy]
The Earth shift, time moves, hearts break like it ain't shit
Even down here, Northern California, we in deep shit
Pentagrams with the stakes, just to keep it frank
Baby, I don't think there's nothing wrong with smoking dank
Lately, I been buzzing cuz my name is Mr. Sw-uh-Swank
Master, that's what they call me in this rapture
Rolling X factors, let your King know I'm here, punk
Nothing is reasonable, I don't give a fuck
I came from ways I can't explain over these airwaves
Give me a second, fuck it - I'll tell you telepathically
Put a freeze on this reality, count to three and say this rap with me
I am not from here, I'm far away below the galaxy
I'm too far for you to reach this, you all will never capture me
Long as you ran my gravity, n***as can get they clackity's
But check The Documentary if you need to know what all that means
We're living slower than a Southern fried chicken Caddy
With directions in my head, trick, you'll never catch me
Snap my fingers, close my eyes and catch another taxi
My style's too sick for you, that's why I see you glaring at me
But ain't no matter, chickens always sc-uh-scatter
Swank's bubble do it better, there be nobody after
Soil still on the grain, you think I found it with a tractor?
It's the poker chronic smoker, when I pass ya, I'ma holler
I'm looking for something else, boy, we all be clocking dollars
[G Rider]
Inside of my sadness, three dead men reign
Inside of my torture, inside of my pain
I'm half crazy, I'm lazy and so motivated
See the heart and soul of a man amputated
Hear the endless promise of endless promise
You can see what the hell that my song is
Put a Philly in my casket just for my addiction
Put a bullet in my temple, end my affliction
You can't see my style, I'm crazy as the now
And even in Old English, I could put it down
Shakespeare had a fear of a new story
Everything is clear when you're draped in the war we
Haha, I just be busting
They wanna see my style but you know I'm so disgusting
And the ancients have discussed with the lust of the land
I'm a pay-per-view classic, G Rider on demand
It's simply to take another title
If you wanna join the cult, I'm your suicidal idol
If you wanna see me, you better stand in line
I'm trying to use my soul just to touch the divine