Sittin' on top of the bay, watchin' the tide It's time to break the tension away, come take a ride As you enter the dimension of the crew so sized that ain't nothin' goin' on but a party Now our brothers wanna flex, but I'm over they heads I got the funky type of style to rip your vocals to shreds I'm never runnin' from the Feds wearin' red Pro Keds, cause I ain't did nothin' nobody I dedicate that line to Shaq from South Central I'm not sayin' I'm the baddest, but I know I got potential For every black man hung lyrically, I lent you Your style is kinda dry, I hope my melody can quench you My soul is one with all, although my ego is against you See, rappers are raw meat, so now I got to mince you I'm playin' rappers out like a whole pair of gym shoes I can do anything, I can do anything Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4 Impala It's what I like to be doin', if only I had the dollars A baller ain't a baller if he ain't got balls No scholar ain't a scholar if he ain't got scholastic education And if not that, then learn from life beyond all the material *** A human ain't a human if he doesn't make mistakes And the name of this song is Swan Lake A planet ain't a planet if it don't have wars A battle ain't a battle if you don't catch scars A mind that ain't inquisitive really doesn't got *** to live for If you can't explore the realms of thought you ought not test less You'll be chomped up like a pop rock stop Weed from the weed lady, thought it was the bomb Really wasn't nothin' but a bag of strong comms Lost $20, didn't get high Maybe next time I use my finances right Live another day, learn another lesson Ain't no need to get my mental status post-stressin' That is so ill, that is for real, that is no skill Display these shades gone now, so it's time to build my own umbrella Tell a teller, hella mella fellas loungin' Better bread I never fled ahead of other sounds And all I wanna do is run my own universe *** the mic and let my spirit just fly When I clean a verse, mind over matter, spirit over mind A doobie and a skin, funky break beats and rhymes A true blue homie to the end, reminiscing with your sisters in the living room Ten, a life with a plan, nine acres on a land Building self by yourself, helping out a fellow man Preparing for the essence when your inner soul's free Before my departure, plant another ripe seed I think what everybody's striving for is peace of mind I'm thinking the world is full of inner pleasures that are out there to find Manipulated minds need to make an escape And the name of this song is Swan Lake Manipulated minds need to make an escape And the name of this song is Swan Lake Yeah, Blackalicious wanna give a couple of shout outs We wanna say what's up to DJ Shadow, Asia Bourne, Lateef, Finj DJ ***, The 8th Wonder and Jazz Bo Also we wanna give a shout out to my peeps in Pucoyma My ace blue nigga Mark Black, Hank, KC Big Mike, Little Mike, George, Nosh, The Gremlin, Rats, Boo and Norrin Also I wanna say what's up to Doug and Lance And everybody chillin' out in the Metaview What's up to Rock B, and the place to be And a special shout out to my nephew Frank *