We be about

You can't handle what I'm about

I'm smoked out in Amsterdam

With two fans, I'm all about my fam

Who's the boss? I used to love Sam

My slang is mostly homemade

Shoelace to hold my sweat pants

They sag to have my balls right

Rock chants carry ya weak stand

Eat cans of ravioli

Ghetto tours flyin on pan am

I'm too busy being a man to sucking on any soundscan

(Ayo, I bought a land!)

Not me, I'm walking these rough lands

that you reciting in your jams

I observed with sharper image scans

Slamdance give it a chance type talk

Hailstorm across the face

Human thesaurus, rhyme DNA, too many strands!

I dare you to try to cram this whole verse walkin on hot sand

Covered in coal with no hands

Swallow your soul and shitted burnt spam (damn!)

It's pretty easy to understand

But you don't know this man

Lt. doing his thang! (thang!)

Manhandle the track to bang! (bang!)

Nigga we got swang!

Swank mag' beneath my sink

I hold rank doing this thang! (thang!)

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What you be about? - sunshine I try to prosper

What you be about? - females and lookin proper

What you be about? - spit rhymes that gotta rock yo

We be about - math

We be about - sex

We be about - love

We be about - life

What you be about? - my fam we tryin to live well

What you be about? - I'm just Swel, just tryin to be Swel

What you be about? - pourin out for those who fell

We be about - math

We be about - sex

We be about - love

We be about - life

I'm about lights, cameras, action

Status, mackin, Paris, relaxin

Waxin oooh, the hood what's up, representin, who Brooklyn what

Yeah that's me keep movin, never stay boaring

I rather ride a bike with a walkman instead of walking

and roll up to some freak chicks and start playing

and rollin with my peeps to the flicks without paying

A hook up is a hook up

Dressin dip, that's my lookup

And going to the clubs to do the blookup blookup

from dusk to dawn

then sleep till 4:30 in the afternoon

And get ready for more

The best time's the summer time,

that's cruisin part

by the end I done

Went to every amusement park

and I'm about tellin you to just let Swel be

I have my fun and still get to hand in my next LP

I be about...

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I'm about grabin mics, wearin Nikes

I was built to go through the rough shit

head on like mountain bikes

I'm about bookin world tours and showin up

I'm about givin my seed the things I ain't have

when I was growin up

I'm about 5'9" with a rhyme

that'll stand the test of any timeline

out the fan base in to shine mine

I'm about Puertorican women who make progress

with a mind of a college professor and body of a goddess

I'm about Krs, Miles Davis, Pearl Jam, and Rakim,

Albizu Campos, mayor Guilli.. nah not him!

I'm about doing away with trash

I'm about two seconds away

from puttin my foot dead in a record execs ass

I'm about platinum plaques for underground acts

Shit, I'll spit on anything from Rocafella to Battle Axe

I'm about tellin you what it's about

before it's about to happen

So be about ya biz 'fore this title 'bout starts to slappin

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