you ain't in possession, the ability to swing, yeah The ability to swing, the ability to swing The ability to swing yeah, the ability to swing
Translation: Patti Austin. Ability To Swing.
Translation: Thomas Dolby. The Ability To Swing.
fat roly-poly asses on another journey To the darkside Wuditlooklike? When I wipe off my sweat Verbally I'm untouchable like Elliot Ness To the best of my ability
spit ominous so spit politics now I'm Haile Selassie Gandhi and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitch [Voice] [Verse 3: Royce] Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid Ability
swinga Comedic at times, and a stone-cold thriller I got somethin to say I'll make it short and sweet Me I'm the swinga i'ma swing it to this beat Now
screamin' just the slaughter no matter the quarter, I get it I wouldn't trade you for nothin' The club house king, battin' practice, slug and swing
You couldn't see me with binoculars, way ahead of myself like telepathy Make most crews disappear like blackheads on Oxy creme Under the lights I fuck up mics with my uncanny ability
Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied Ragu nigga whose tomatoes are sun dried He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling But my rhyme'll give you hot flash and mood swings
ominous so spit politics now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitch SLAUGHTERHOUSE [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9''] Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid Ability
that mic I swing that lefty, no discrepancy and effortlessly And in the right frame of mind Electricity combined with mind, soul and the way I flex the agility Focus, ability
't dig me at all. So I packed my guitar, picks and all, and I said farewll to my poor old pa. I split for Memphis where they say 'you all' And them swinging
off civility a reliance: on abuse roots exposed violence expelled upgrade fear Thank you, dear friend giving me direction motherfucker Peels the ability
crowd Stand-down punk, ain't no need to go 12 'rounds The belt was mine soon as you heard the bell sound Roper Doe style, boxin' with the best around Taped-up wrist, swing
Now my helmet's on, you can't tell me I'm not in space With the National Guard United States Enterprise Diplomat of swing with aliens at my feet Comin
wise man I discover Lord of a fact I'm the true culture Checking on my history that was hidden from me I was taught to believe my only ability Was swinging
With my tongue Dipped in funk arsenic Burn this illusion This lie This straight arson shit Your arsenal stripped Power ain't full jackets And clips It's my ability
the facts, then I sit and I mack With a sound like that you a one thousand, whack Get a think link, try to hang And bang, now your head swings 'Cause