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
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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
Ke-vin E-le-ven Hun-dred
Ke-vin E-le-ven Hun-dred
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