In A Swing

(I got a lot of shit on mind of mine...)
On mind of mine
(I got a lot of shit on mind of mine...)
Too much shit on mind of mine
(I got a lot of shit on mind of mine...)
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
(I got a lot of shit on mind of mine...)
(What you gonna do when a beat gonna drop as a motherfucker? I know! You gonna swing as a mad man!)

I got a lot of shit on mind of mine..
Waking up every morning, getting back to a rough reality
Sleeping at night, seeing a lot of bright dreams everytime time
Which in the morning die, to realness ain't keeping fidelity...
The feeling..
Primary feeling that you living through: "It was not true.."
You like getting betrayed by your soul too..
Devastated by awful perception:
Couple seconds ago wasn’t having any restrictions..
But now already got to figure out survival conceptions
The contrast that me and all of you detest
Like coldest shower, reviving back to life the best..
Hard times approach, come in any meaning off of the breast!
Stay focused, baby, 'cause you ain't got no motherfucking time to rest..
It’s obvious..
We ain't cursed, but still ain't blessed..
We all alone in this world, kids..
When you small yet truth is hidden in a mist..

Hard times coming
(Complications approach)
Nerves ring like strings
(We all exhausted)
But poets ain't giving up rhyming
(Rhyming)
To keep a population in a motherfucking swing..

In a swing, y'all
We in a swing..
We in a swing, y'all
In a motherfucking swing..
We in a swing, y'all
We in a swing..
I got to keep a population in a dope swing..

Keep eyes unfolden
'Cause so many motherfucking battle-fronts around us we got to be holding..
We rolling from one extreme to another
It’s our national, irrational, delievered us with milk from our motherland..
Master said: "Russian can’t live without a misery on the one hand
His strong pain is something he got to defend
And live through when he getting close to the end..."

Hard times coming
(Complications approach)
Nerves ring like strings
(We all exhausted)
But poets ain't giving up rhyming
(Rhyming)
To keep a population in a motherfucking swing..

We in a swing, y’all
We in a swing..
We in a swing, y'all
In a motherfucking swing..
We in a swing, y'all
We in a swing..
I got to keep a population in a dope swing..

Who the fuck else if ain't me? (Me!)
’Cause Ipo Crita be the ambassador of MCD!
Rapidly resurrecting hard style from 90's
Mostly orientated on juveniles and rowdies
And no matter what the time is..
Living through pain russian hearts be making the finest..
Let me declaim final words i want to bring:
Ipo Crita, MCD.. I keep y'all in a dope swing..

Hard times coming
(Complications approach)
Nerves ring like strings
(We all exhausted)
But poets ain't giving up rhyming
(Rhyming)
To keep a population in a motherfucking swing..

We in a swing, y'all
We in a swing..
We in a swing, y'all
In a motherfucking swing..
We in a swing, y'all
We in a swing..
I got to keep a population in a dope swing...

(Yeah! I told you! We be swinging all teh night! We be repping MCD! Bitch, you heard me! I can see your motherfucking body swinging! Yeah! Aha! Mission accomplished...)