NEW MUSIC: Swagzilla

Released my 2nd song today. My cousin Raina Parks came through with some really nice operatic vocal while 1100 hops off the porch with the big dogs.

Artwork: Kevin1100 (MC) "Head in the Clouds" , an Elevated view from inside Spirit Catcher Studios|Recycled Starship 1 in a standard takeoff pattern.

Refreshing Your Swag 101: A mini lesson taught by Kevin1100 on the intersection of Confidence Boulevard, and Arrogance Avenue in an Irish neighborhood known as Yorkshire

(Available in all major online stores)

lyrics

Song: Swagzilla Artist(s): Kevin1100 Album: Language Arts & Verbal Abuse

Label: Skitcha Records

(Background operatic vocals throughout song by Raina Parks):

Ke-vin E-le-ven Hun-dred

Ooooooh Ooooh (Ooooooh Ooooh) Ooooooh Ooooh (Ooooooh Ooooh)

Aaaahhh Aaaahhh, (Aaaahhh Aaaahhh) Aaaahhh Aaaahhh Aah Aaaahhh

Ooooo Aaahhhh Ooooo Aaaaah Ooooo Aaaaah Ah

Ke-vin E-le-ven Hun-dred

…Swaaag Killaaaahhh, Swaaag Killaaaahhh

Swag Killa, Swag Killa , Swag Killa, Swag Killa ,

Swag Killa, Swag Killa , Swag Killa, Swag Killa , Soooooo-wag Killa

Welcome to the south nigga, Where triggers get squeezed (squeezed)/

See I been rollin’ through my hood, waving at the white folks/

They starin’ ‘cause I’m rolling on D-U-Bs/

And they hearin’ every jam that I been blaring from the jeep/

I swear that I’m the man, I’m declaring I’m a g/

Every woman with a man be comparing him to me/

…My only rival is an iron, only idle when I’m driving/

Suicidal be the doors, the car be looking like it’s flying/

At this moment I’m the realest nigga ever/

With big’ol cohones in my pants, I’m a real bold fella/

Skitcha Records go erra’ erra’ erra’/

But make no mistake, the realest niggas ever/

If you think I copped your style then I hope you got a new one/

And a new attitude, you could use one/

Ain’t lived in the hood since I was little though/

Still a giant in these streets know the O.G. code/

Going colossal on these beats fee fie Figaro/

Niggas know I’m a problem in my neighborhood/

Hopped up off the porch, been rolling with the big dogs/

Know a lot of homies, and a few be toting Sig Sauers/

Prolly at the store getting zig zags/

If your granny ever trip then we might push her wig back/

We’re really respectable, rhymes are delectable/

Flexing in the booth while you’re working on your 6-pack/

And that’s heavy artillery, killing your speakers straight through your auxillaries/

New hoes be feeling me, old ones be hatin’/

Cuz they standing in the back while the front going crazy/

But we don’t ever save them/

(Background operatic vocals…Swaaag Killaaaahhh, Swaaag Killaaaahhh)

My granny still ain’t in no Hoveround/

My granny still ain’t in no…My granny still ain’t in no

My granny still ain’t in no Hoveround/

My granny still ain’t in no…My granny still ain’t in no

MY granny still ain’t in no Hoveround/

My other grands prolly still hover 'round/

Brought Reign in the game, now we cover ground/

With cover girls making a whole bunch of other sounds/

Heavy artillery, killing your speakers straight through your auxiliaries/

New hoes be feeling me, old ones be hating/

‘cause they standing in the back, while the front going crazy/

But we don’t ever save them/

Too much money to be making/

Raised in a nation of dangerous places/

Where Jays on the feet of the sleep niggas waking/

To 21st century beats on the faders/

Still got soul, so w