| Song | Swell |
| Artist | Common Market |
| Album | Tobacco Road |
| Beat entreat a seeker, teachin’ leadership | |
| Group ‘em through the groove, spike the meter, weaker needles skip | |
| Like defeatist-types, see the sign, retreat, this hype is evil | |
| Might it be what I perceive as aiight’s | |
| In a state of decay, he say it’s but a few days left | |
| Aint let it rest since I was fresh up in OCHS | |
| Never seen my senior year, bet I never shed a tear | |
| Kept my head up, and lead in the weapon to let ‘em hear | |
| How we lick it off for victory, synesthete feel the imagery | |
| Sympathy give ‘em clemency – you’re witnessing the synergy | |
| That’s how they shall remember me upon expiration | |
| A god in training – take ‘em beyond denomination | |
| Stay calm and patient, we gon’ make it to our destination | |
| Condolences to those taken in the conflagration | |
| I suppose they’re awaiting us now, I make ‘em proud | |
| When I’m out, do me that favor and play it loud | |
| Utilize the Line to rebel | |
| Find a Mass of others with like minds in the swell | |
| Reminiscing over this and It Aint Hard To Tell | |
| Now my daughter knows Geo’s bars, my heart swell | |
| I been lost at sea, tossed around in this hell | |
| ‘Til some folks up in the Beacon guided me through the swell | |
| Keepin’ company with heads, more at home where I dwell | |
| Scent of spring, well the team’s lookin’ swell | |
| View of the Cascades drew in a fast rate | |
| A flood of brothers to the tune of two of the last greats | |
| Arrogance is so passé, my distinction don’t | |
| Apply to rhyme skill, flow won’t move ‘em like the shine will | |
| Conciliatory I build for my affiliates | |
| A guild of spitters, the core of the city is insidious | |
| A war of attrition waged and sick games played | |
| The script scribbled, written to get ‘em on the same page | |
| If obliterated the kid’ll make something outta nothin’ | |
| Divinity in him poured the form to forge function | |
| Natural born hustler, cousin – you can’t touch him | |
| For the moment I’m just showin some love over percussion | |
| Catch a relay, when I facilitate I mic check it for the rebate | |
| A couple cents worth for the beat tape | |
| Double if the seed takes – rapid expansion | |
| The thizz visible all up in the town’s mass transit | |
| Keep in mind ‘fore you slide deep and opine | |
| We’re in the six hovel with picks and shovels told to coal mine | |
| Struck and found a diamond on a practice swing | |
| Now the scouts all tout him as an athlete | |
| Respect for the game, sincerely revere the spectator | |
| The kind I often find training to be the next player | |
| Run the drill out – blood, sweat and adrenaline spill out | |
| But faith you won’t ever be without | |
| Utilize the Line to propel you | |
| Through the parts where the sharks swim around in the swell | |
| What, you thought we haven’t fought ‘em off? Sit for a spell | |
| I’ll spin a yarn about a thousand battles won by the swell | |
| Reinforcing the importance of the bond we weld | |
| When you see it stand the test, son – your chest ‘gon swell | |
| Used to hear it from my Gran’ now I know how she felt | |
| Play the hand dealt, boy, you’re lookin’ swell |
| Beat entreat a seeker, teachin' leadership | |
| Group ' em through the groove, spike the meter, weaker needles skip | |
| Like defeatisttypes, see the sign, retreat, this hype is evil | |
| Might it be what I perceive as aiight' s | |
| In a state of decay, he say it' s but a few days left | |
| Aint let it rest since I was fresh up in OCHS | |
| Never seen my senior year, bet I never shed a tear | |
| Kept my head up, and lead in the weapon to let ' em hear | |
| How we lick it off for victory, synesthete feel the imagery | |
| Sympathy give ' em clemency you' re witnessing the synergy | |
| That' s how they shall remember me upon expiration | |
| A god in training take ' em beyond denomination | |
| Stay calm and patient, we gon' make it to our destination | |
| Condolences to those taken in the conflagration | |
| I suppose they' re awaiting us now, I make ' em proud | |
| When I' m out, do me that favor and play it loud | |
| Utilize the Line to rebel | |
| Find a Mass of others with like minds in the swell | |
| Reminiscing over this and It Aint Hard To Tell | |
| Now my daughter knows Geo' s bars, my heart swell | |
| I been lost at sea, tossed around in this hell | |
| ' Til some folks up in the Beacon guided me through the swell | |
| Keepin' company with heads, more at home where I dwell | |
| Scent of spring, well the team' s lookin' swell | |
| View of the Cascades drew in a fast rate | |
| A flood of brothers to the tune of two of the last greats | |
| Arrogance is so passé, my distinction don' t | |
| Apply to rhyme skill, flow won' t move ' em like the shine will | |
| Conciliatory I build for my affiliates | |
| A guild of spitters, the core of the city is insidious | |
| A war of attrition waged and sick games played | |
| The script scribbled, written to get ' em on the same page | |
| If obliterated the kid' ll make something outta nothin' | |
| Divinity in him poured the form to forge function | |
| Natural born hustler, cousin you can' t touch him | |
| For the moment I' m just showin some love over percussion | |
| Catch a relay, when I facilitate I mic check it for the rebate | |
| A couple cents worth for the beat tape | |
| Double if the seed takes rapid expansion | |
| The thizz visible all up in the town' s mass transit | |
| Keep in mind ' fore you slide deep and opine | |
| We' re in the six hovel with picks and shovels told to coal mine | |
| Struck and found a diamond on a practice swing | |
| Now the scouts all tout him as an athlete | |
| Respect for the game, sincerely revere the spectator | |
| The kind I often find training to be the next player | |
| Run the drill out blood, sweat and adrenaline spill out | |
| But faith you won' t ever be without | |
| Utilize the Line to propel you | |
| Through the parts where the sharks swim around in the swell | |
| What, you thought we haven' t fought ' em off? Sit for a spell | |
| I' ll spin a yarn about a thousand battles won by the swell | |
| Reinforcing the importance of the bond we weld | |
| When you see it stand the test, son your chest ' gon swell | |
| Used to hear it from my Gran' now I know how she felt | |
| Play the hand dealt, boy, you' re lookin' swell |