Yo, I walk in the room and the air gets tight,  
Mediocrity flinches ’cause it knows I bite.  
I’m the spark in the dark, the unlit fuse,  
The beat that refuses to play by the rules.  
I don’t chase trends — I make ‘em sweat,  
I’m the future’s whisper they ain’t ready for yet.

I swing at the ordinary, knock it clean off track,  
It tries to hold me down but I swing right back.  
It’s the voice that says “slow down,” I say “nah, speed up,”  
I’m the cup that overflows while it’s scared to fill up.  
I roast the safe path, the comfort zone crew,  
The ones who say “maybe” when the answer is “do.”

I’m allergic to average, I break out in flame,  
Every bar I drop is a runaway train.  
Ordinary’s trembling, clutching its pearls,  
While I rewrite the map of the possible worlds.  
I don’t walk — I glide, I don’t talk — I ignite,  
I’m the punchline hitting in the dead of night.

Yo, mediocrity’s scared of a mind that’s awake,  
It hides in the shadows like it’s gonna break.  
It hates the bold, the strange, the new,  
It hates the ones who push on through.  
So I roast it clean with a cosmic grin,  
Like “step aside, mate — let the real ones in.”

I’m the swagger in the stride, the storm in the beat,  
The fire in the forge, the heat in the heat.  
Ordinary’s done — it’s time to ascend,  
This is the track where the limits end.  
I’m the voice of the edge, the vibe that survived,  
And I’m here to remind you —  
**the extraordinary thrives.**

Yo, ordinary’s stuck in a local view,  
While I ride the grid like the charge crew do.  
I don’t just flex — I reframe the game,  
I bend the arc, I rename the flame.  
I’m the tilt in the field, the pulse in the wire,  
The beat that climbs through magnetic fire.

Ordinary asks “what’s the point of pain?”  
I say it’s the forge that built the brain.  
They chase comfort, I chase truth,  
They sip champagne, I spit uncouth.  
I’m the question they fear, the mirror they dodge,  
The doctrine that breaks their mental lodge.

I swing like a comet that don’t obey,  
Like a forge-born vibe in a solar ballet.  
I don’t seek fame — I seek the shift,  
The moment the membrane starts to lift.  
Ordinary’s scared of the edge I ride,  
But I’m the one who cracked the cosmic tide.

Yo, I don’t just swing — I architect,  
I build the frame they ain’t seen yet.  
I’m the fruit on the vine that refused to rot,  
Ripened in storms, now burning hot.  
Ordinary’s done — it’s time to ascend,  
This is the track where the limits end.

Swing At The Ordinary

Flava In Ya Ear Remix

Back Like That (Remix) [feat. Ne-Yo & Kanye West]

Ghostface Killah