Dropping mics like their bombs

(Verse 1) Walking down the street, feeling kinda bold, Got my swagger on, like I'm made of gold. People stop and stare, wonder why I stay, But they'll never know what I'm gonna say. (Pre-Chorus) Think they've got me figured out, But I'm taking a different route. Got some tricks up my sleeve, a surprise in store, When they're expecting fire, I'll bring the metaphor. (Chorus) You think I'm gonna drop some bombs, But my lyrics are just like psalms. I'll keep you guessing, that's my style, A little misdirection, after every mile. (Verse 2) Got that rhythm flowin', like a river wild, But my words are perfectly compiled. You'll be nodding your head and tapping your feet, But don't worry, there ain't no dirty beat. (Pre-Chorus) You think I'm gonna cross the line, But I'll keep it clean every time. Got you hooked on every word I say, But I'll leave the filth for another day. (Chorus) You think I'm gonna drop some bombs, But my lyrics are just like psalms. I'll keep you guessing, that's my style, A little misdirection, after every mile. (Bridge) So listen close, don't be misled, I'll keep it classy, no need for dread. My words might dance on the edge, But they'll never fall off the ledge. My words might dance on the edge, But they'll never fall off the ledge. (Chorus) You think I'm gonna drop some bombs, But my lyrics are just like psalms. I'll keep you guessing, that's my style, A little misdirection, a subtle smile. (Outro) So when you hear me sing, don't be alarmed, I'll keep it clean, keep it charmed. Just sit back, enjoy the show, Cause you never know which way I'll go.