Brotha Mike - This Sword I Got Lyrics

I don't need your bars or your metaphors I'm thirsty, I'm tryna tap into the reservoir
I'm hungry, that's what I'm on this daily bread for
I need the blood like a bed bug on ya head board
It'll stretch ya, direct ya, redirect ya, affect ya, this sword I got
It'll cut ya, touch ya, then retouch ya, instruct ya, this sword I got
This sword I got, it's two edged double the blade
It'll give you a new edge once it cuts you a fade
Tighten your locks up, platt you some braids
Square your box up, give your afro some shape
Wash ya , cleanse ya, and rinse ya, condition ya slow
Give you some new color after lifting the old
Give you the healthy shine, conditioning glow
Trim and oil your beard to get it to grow
But you gotta keep you a touch up, get those in
Daily application gotta fit those in
Be sure to make your appointments to clip those ends
Let everybody see your new do, get going
It'll stretch ya, direct ya, redirect ya, affect ya, this sword I got
It'll cut ya, touch ya, then retouch ya, instruct ya, this sword I got
I don't need your bars or your metaphors
I'm thirsty, I'm trying to tap into the reservoir
I'm hungry, that's what I'm on this daily bread for
I need the blood like a bed bug on your head board
It'll sharpen you like a shank in the federal pen
Cut you to the bone to that marrow within
Prick you in your heart then take care of your kin
All of y'all can get it, be dead to your sin
It'll make you a witness once it brings you to life
Tell everybody who did this, the king of your life
Put your flesh under arrest and read your spirit your rights
Book you in and get you suited for the spiritual fight
Set you free like a parolee, no papers involved
All of your past convictions, the savior resolved
Got you good with the judge, favor and all
You ain't gotta come out your pocket, he paid for it all
It'll stretch ya direct ya redirect ya affect ya
This sword I got
It'll cut ya touch ya and retouch you
Instruct ya, this sword I got
I don't need your bars or your metaphors
I'm thirsty, I'm trying to tap into the reservoir
I'm hungry, that's what I'm on this daily bread for
I need the blood like a bead bug on your head board
It'll cut you like a box cutter, open you up
Peel off that outside layer, player, show you some stuff
Like all of that damaged merchandise, broken and scuffed
Things that's weighing you down slash holding you up
It'll lift the things that burden you, lighten the load
Things you can't see that's hurting you, that light will expose
Track you back to where it started once you're type in the code
Then tie up them loose ends, baby, tighten the rope
Then get you right out on the right route where you should be preferably
New faces, new places where you could be definitely
On a quest in a new direction to your would be destiny
Once I picked up his sword boy He took me effortlessly
I don't need your bars or your metaphors
I'm thirsty, I'm trying to tap into the reservoir
I'm hungry, that's what I'm on this daily bread for
I need the blood like a bed bug on your head board
It'll stretch ya, direct you, redirect you, affect you
This sword I got
It'll cut ya, touch ya, then retouch ya
Instruct ya, This sword I got
This swordI got