Texty: Zebrahead. Swing.

Yeah, J-eah

Here I come
Force like a vector, radar detector,
abandon you cause I'm a defector
Loyalty reflective, crooked lie objective,
never trust you cause you are deceptive
Base burned sample, lyrics are ample,
don't step to me cause you I will trample
Mainstream averted, tracker inserted,
found something pure but it was perverted

Chorus
If I ever got a chance,
should I swing, should I swing
If I got the chance, should I swing
If I ever got a chance,
should I swing, should I swing
Here comes my chance, should I (swing)

So, so, so
Step to the side, swallow your pride,
ignorance breeds more laws to abide
Ideal in your mind, expectation defined,
picture distored and you claim what's mine
Battle like war, chaos in store,
money and power always glorify gore
Needless tradition, chose my position,
sprung like a lion to meet opposition

Chorus x2

Third verse and I'm gonna bust a new topic
Don't come to front
cause you know I'll say stop it
Money you're a liar, printed on a flyer
Turned my back on you and you said, "Fire"
All the shapes on the wall fall for one to quote
Check out the note that I wrote
And the hip-hop hordes that
have always been born on the street
They generate heat

Chorus

Here comes my chance,
should I swing, should I swing
Here comes my chance,
should I swing
Here comes my chance,
should I swing, should I swing
Here comes my chance,
should I swing
Here comes my chance,
should I swing, should I swing
Here comes my chance,
should I swing
Here comes my chance,
should I swing, should I swing
Here comes my chance,
should I swing

One more time
One last time

Chorus


(Thanks to darkeclipse21 for correcting these lyrics)