Splitt (Comin' Out Swingin') [feat. B-Real]

Yeah

We about to twist this shit up right here

(As we cross over into a new millennium)

It might be too strong for some

So I suggest you motherfuckers buckle the fuck up

(See what I'm saying?)

Where you gonna hide, hah

Rags to rags, how does the stone turn to static?

It's tragic, drop 'em lie a bad force of habit

Not dramatic, traumatic, got me turning in my sleep

Pencil pushin' putos, motherfuck critiques

No defeat, compete, never sleep and never will

And just like da Real, I've entered my time to kill

Climbin' in the ring, I'm gonna wear away the doubt

'Cause if I dug my own grave then I can dig myself out

Come on, come on

Check it, check it, check it

Takers, fakers, barrel-bottom scrapers

Separating family from those phony money makers

Papers stuffed, rolled and laced with a lesson

Vapors graced so aftertaste is faced with a confession

End of session, blessin' first impressions

Stressin' thinking twice

Blaming my aggressions on some other world's advice

Slice, split, splice, pay the price that it brings

But I can stand on my own

I don't need your strings

I'm not fuckin' split

I'm comin' out swingin' so heads be spinning

Bringing on the shit to keep their eardrums ringing

I'm comin' out swingin' with ties unstringing

Splitting up the frame for a whole new beginning

Cannot be controlled

Cannot be controlled

Cannot be controlled

Cannot be controlled (I'm comin' out swingin')

Cannot be controlled

Cannot be controlled

Cannot be controlled

Cannot be controlled

I've told too many lies

Built too many walls

Broken too many hearts

Shed too many tears

Burned too many bridges

Taken too many falls

Buried too many friends

I've buried too many fears

Shit's pumpin', bodies are jumpin'

Waiting for something or somebody

Up in the party to get the head bumpin'

Split it up, hit it up, but get it up

While I set it up, causing confusion, we wet it up

From the drum tracks, guitar strum

And high strung and fine tuned

Time is soon so let it hum from the power lung

I will come to make it happen

Over the bothersome bitches who want to jack it up

Track it up, pick it up, you better stick it up

Dope shit all over the table, you gotta lick it up

I'm comin' out swingin' so heads just spinning

Bringing on the shit to keep their eardrums ringing

I'm comin' out swingin' with ties unstringing

Splitting up the frame for a whole new beginning

I'm comin' out swingin'

I'm comin' out swingin'

I'm comin' out swingin'

I'm comin' out swingin'

I'm comin' out swingin'

I'm comin' out swingin'

I'm comin' out

I'm comin' out, motherfucker, ha ha ha

Split!

Family feuds and family ties

Now, you can sew them shut but I see through your eyes

(Jack it up, pick it up)

Through the surface, through the lies

And through your ability to hypnotize

Now my road is split and I can see no ends

I've got angel's wings mixed with plastic friends

I got two paths to choose and I can't decide

Too little, too late, two worlds divide

And our worlds divide

And our worlds divide

And our worlds divide

So you better choose your side

Split!

And our worlds divide

And our worlds divide

And our worlds divide

And our worlds divide