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Posse Cut (feat. Truth Maze, Orikal Uno, Son oV Sam, Capaciti, Katana Da Don, DisputeOne & Danielle Cheri

from Spare Thoughts by Tom Swifty & Tha TruthTella

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Imagine this as the blowout at the end of the concert, with eight rappers, a DJ, and probably some folks from the crowd all onstage getting crazy. The last track, then, is like the encore.

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TOM SWIFTY: 
I'm an alien scientist, blowing rails in violent, 
Antisocial, sociopathic, criminal environments 
No rest for the wicked, but your chest can get split, kid, 
If ya step to me mean, I'm zestfully clean, ya nitwit! 
Meticulously delivering every insane syllable I can conceive 
In order to achieve the sight of you and your kinfolk quivering 
Inhibiting idiots from spreading illegitimate opinions 
As news till the distinction between truth and fiction makes no difference. 
Flows babblin, roads traveled in decades, tryna get paid, don't worry, 
It's a loaded javelin toss, gotta handle the cost, grab your nest-egg and scurry 
By the time you realize you been blinded by the shine of too many good times, 
You've already signed away your life on the bottom line of the document of your demise.

TRUTH MAZE:
Loud pack neo flow
My anarchy poetry
Rapture rocks the whole geo
Captain Planet Silver surfer of the circuitry
Stainless steel soliloquy 
Spitter of sharp cutlery
Man, I'm a real emcee 
Cook up the culture 
As if my art was the culinary 
Yes, Chef Truth Maze Ski
Hits you with mental stencils 
Inspired by Banksy

ORIKAL UNO:
God number last name, shatterin' your glass brain
ORIKAL UNO and I does the damn thing
Mad style and pizzazz, left a burner on my last train
Dipped out quick, and made a cop pull a hamstring 
Inner city street lights got me feelin' right
Soakin' up the sights, while I'm rollin' the dice
Never sell my soul; I keep my soul in the mic
Take flight; getting higher with the more that I write (Alright)

SON OV SAM: 
Son oV Samuel
The animal
Flannel wearing intangible 
Hannibal mind mechanical
Banana clips in ya man'll blow
I write the songs something like Barry Manilow
You sang along like karaoke when men elope
Look I'm on a T. Swift song
Telling T. Swift blond
She better have that T swift gone 
Quick to pitch and hit the skinny bitch with a clean Teflon
And look at T. Swift 
Like "How you left the beat left on?" 

CAPACITI: 
Capaciti crafting a masterpiece 
After these bars heads nod bouncin like a trampoline park 
Adrenaline sparked my medicine it gets turned on 
Light bulb like Edison I invented a thought 
Intending to drop a paragraph a pterodactyl 
No careless acts when I rap I tear it apart 
In every sentence said not alone in my head 
I spit these verses so you can remember me when I'm dead!
(That's art!)

KATANA DA DON: 
I kill bitches 
When I spill sickness
I'm Viola Davis 
Dirty nurse with pill switches
How I keep losin my patience
All u ever do is say shit
I'm movin thru the matrix
Me and my Hecatomb assailants 
Aint no failin just smooth sailin
Or I'm impaling 
Never waitin to exhale shit
Straight annihilation
So u can hold this L bitch
Tales crypt
Melt scripts 
Selfish with who I tell shit
Buildin
Stack to the ceilin 
You jealous gettin yo nails did 

DISPUTEONE: 
Last call for alcohol and a free rhyme
In under a minute I can get in it with my free time
Freeze
And I ain't talkin a dance step
For automatic lyrics that I spit like a bomb threat
They far from original with gimmicky concepts
And hardly advanced when it comes to the raw shit
We ain't the ones you wanna test in a cipher
Hecatomb, let it be known: off of the dome viper

DANIELLE CHERI: 
The sun tastes sour today 
Single eye squinting 
Couple of kids grinning 
As I slip away
I never remember a word you say
When you talk like that 
Sarcasm dripping from your lips
Disguised as something sweet 
Your tongue tastes sour today 
Go ahead 
Grin 
Grin again while I slip away 
Ain’t nothin new about it lately 

TOM SWIFTY: 
The greatest things I've ever done are yet to come 
Shout-out to the old crew, DRS, I'm set to stun 
And I'll drink some wine with ya 
All these people here together'd make a fine picture 
Freestyle, speak rhymes, it's a divine ritual 
Even if it never made none of us a dime richer, 
I'd still be the baddest up in this shit like Gaston 
I rip through every verse like it's my first or it's my last one 
I'm gone! 

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from Spare Thoughts, released September 13, 2019

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Born in Springfield, Illinois, and raised in the southern Midwest of Missouri, Ezra Stead became Tom Swifty in Minneapolis when he began rapping live and recording quality tracks over ten years ago. Before that, they were... not so quality. Back in Minneapolis after 10 years in NYC, Swifty's latest albums prove that he's never been better. ... more

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