Swivel (From The Album "Mirrorland")

Head on a swivel Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner Run up on you any minute, you'll be gone Yeah Chorus: Doctur Dot Nigga, keep your head on a swivel Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner Run up on you any minute, you'll be gone I know niggas dead out of desperation RIP my nigga Alan, damn, I wish you would've stayed at home Learned to make the best out a shitty situation No complaining, no more Xan', I leave the medicine alone Dawg, I swear to God that I'm changing for the better Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I'm wrong Verse 1: Doctur Dot I done made it up, I done made it out I done made a way, we been makin' waves, we been making sounds Rappers hella fake, they papier-mâché Like piñata, they can't wait to break, I can animate Promise mama she gon' see the day when we all okay All it really take is time and dedication, I pray For the hunger to be permanent, no matter what that make Hey, batter, batter, swing, bake Whip the batter for the cake Chorus: Doctur Dot Nigga, keep your head on a swivel Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner Run up on you any minute, you'll be gone I know niggas dead out of desperation RIP my nigga Alan, damn, I wish you would've stayed at home Learned to make the best out a shitty situation No complaining, no more Xan', I leave the medicine alone Dawg, I swear to God that I'm changing for the better Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I'm wrong Interlude I don't know what it is, man, I just I don't think I'ma be here that much longer, man Something's watching me, man Something's following me Something want me dead, man Pray for me, pray for me, please Verse 2: Johnny Venus Hell, when I was young, I ain't had to pop no guns Nothing cracking in the slums you couldn't handle on your own Shit around my block where we used to knock Couple souls fly, wasn't nothin' like you guys, what y'all on Shit it wasn't nice, wasn't paradise Wasn't lights back to back to back, many nights was on our own Mama had to work, papa had three jobs No, we not Jamaican, my sir, but we all was robbed, huh Should've kept my head on a weave and bob I'd rather be dead than to weep and sob So we solve any major prob with the quick resolve Had to squab', circle that bitch up, feelings get involved Neighborhood on lock, fuck we need a cop That was way back way 'fore Reagan passed the rock Left us with a needle and a jump shot Leave them countin' seconds on the fingers through the gunshots Chorus: Doctur Dot Nigga, keep your head on a swivel Trouble lurkin' 'round the corner Run up on you any minute, you'll be gone I know niggas dead out of desperation RIP my nigga Alan, damn, I wish you would've stayed at home Learned to make the best out a shitty situation No complaining, no more Xan', I leave the medicine alone Dawg, I swear to God that I'm changing for the better Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I'm wrong