Swizz Beatz ‘Poison’ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics
Over the course of the past two decades, Swizz Beatz has solidified his case for being among the greatest rap producers of all-time, delivering some of the genre's most beloved hit records. Looking to continue that tradition, Swizz returns to the scene with his new album Poison, which finds him working with some true hip-hop heavyweights.
His first full-length release since 2007's One Man Band Man, Poison finds Swizz flipping through his Rolodex to create high-powered collaborations. Pairings like Kendrick Lamar with The Lox's Jadakiss and Styles P ("Something Dirty/Pic Got Us") is among the album's high-powered selections ("I want to take a 'We Gonna Make It' moment and bring it to 2018, enhanced with new energy and new life," Swizz told XXL earlier this year).
Additional guest spots from Pusha-T, Nas, 2 Chainz, French Montana, Young Thug and Giggs round out the proceedings. Meanwhile, Swizz Beatz, AraabMUZIK and Bink! man the boards. It makes for one of the more potent releases of the year, proof that Swizz remains at the top of his game.
"Every moment is it's own moment—that's what I love about the record," Swizz said. "No smoke and mirrors on this album. Just real 100 percent authentic hip-hop... Every song has a purpose, every artist is performing to their maximum potential or even better. Every song is a highlight."
With Swizz Beatz's latest project stunning hip-hop heads,, XXL sifts through the bars to pick out 20 of the best lyrics from Poison that makes it an essential listen.
"Pistol on my side, I'm talkin' 'bout the Army kind/Cita, that's my moms, only had her and Father Time/Pistol on my side, you don't wanna hear it harmonize/Numbers don't lie, the #1 Stun—never mind/Tunechi in this bitch, eyes lookin' like Konnichiwa/Swizzy on the beat, I'ma beat it like policía/Brr, brr, brr, man the Uzi needs speech lessons/Pistol in my briefs, you don't wanna get this brief message" —Lil Wayne
"Pistol on my side, now he lyin' like the media/Clips longer than encyclopedias, you're readin' 'em/Double barrel, long barrel, short barrel, medium/We ain't hittin' licks, we beatin' 'em and then repeatin' 'em/Sugar in the coffee, sugar in the Morphine/Sugar sweet codeine, it ain't purple, then I'm barfing" —Lil Wayne
"Yeah, I'm loca/Your man puta like he chocha/You see me in the drop Testarossa/The V-12 over my roadster/The Mac-11 all up in my holster/Yeah, come again" –Swizz Beatz
"Yeah, yeah, I'm loca/Lightskin pussy on my sofa/Man's straight bossy, on my Sosa/Man's straight poppin', on my toaster/Man's straight duppy, I'm a ghoster/Man's straight poppies and the lofa" —Giggs
"Man keep bettin' on your poker/Man gets money in the chocha/Man straight swing it, I'm a golfer/Quick go get it, you're a gofer/Mans straight whip it with my chauffeur/Five-minute meetin' with the broker/Lightin' the weed up, I'm a smoker" —Giggs
"Gave me the pussy like a brochure/Sunday jook it, I'm a roaster/Old-school trapper in the roadster/Just linked Poppy for the coca/Big bad Hollow in the poster/Straight headlinin' with the co-star" —Giggs
"Tryna smoke, sell juice and pursue my career/So I keep a tight circle, I don't move with the squares/Rock a rugby like Puba, put two in the air/If you ain't qualified to kill, you should move to the rear/I'm from Yonkers, had to learn to conquer my fears/In the foreign, had to learn to conquer the gears" —Styles P and Jadakiss
"The damage that we do is severe/The reinvention of the fresh, brand new every year/Them bullets hit him in his blood and flesh flew in the air/We put that work on commercial, we flew in the Lear/I lift the bar and the weights, then I'm doin' the stairs/They say the Lord only knows what I do to my peers" —Jadakiss and Styles P
"I told Swizz they ain't ready for the smoke though/Still got niggas that be pointin’ guns at the po-po/Probably got a picture of your auntie in my photos/That was you in front the building when she was hoppin' out my four-door/Shit, but what you like 19 now?/But you probably still never had like 19 thou" —Jim Jones
"Yeah we got parents, but the drug dealers raised us/And shit, I prayed to God, but the Lord never saved us/So we stuck what we stuck, what was fuckin' with that?/I pack guns with shoulder stocks with the muffler attached/We take trips to different places with the butler attached/Or playback the Maybach, press a button relax" —Jim Jones
"Supreme Court hearings, brand new McLarens/Suede pipe seats, Tiptronic steering/Baby this is art that come with no commission/Could be a blind man, but you gotta know the vision/Private jets just to blow the izm/Pardon me 'cause I been accused of male chauvinism" —Jim Jones
"Shit, you know I gotta shout the bros in prison/My nigga Gleem is like a blow magician/Shit, he cook it up and watch it disappear/Shit, now light it up and let it hit the air/I was spittin’ Ace of Spade all in this bitch’s ear/I told her, like pretty women like Richard Gere" —Jim Jones
"Four-finger rings, big as brass knuckles/Haters walk by, try to stab you if they hug you/Lady on the fourth floor hollering every evening/'Til she planned up, wasn't having it that evening/He was beating her, she ain't have it that evening/One shot to the neck in the jugular, now he bleeding/She beat the case, but damn the kid suffer/I'm dating her daughter, but I'm having visions of her mother" —Nas
"We was Times Square pioneers, 40 deuce, 40-below boots/40 ounce brew the true Bishop from Juice/Runnin' wild, loose, me and my 40 troops were stupid/Style, it was snorkel coats, Polo gooses, ruthless/Goons and wolves, bail-jumpers/Everybody from everywhere/They was tryin' to jump us for pumpin'" —Nas
"True story, my young'uns, I'm a deadly thuggish Freddy Douglas/Military persona, yeah, I'm livin' with honor/To my niggas who servin' 40 while I'm in my 40s/I'm a walkin' observatory, of murder stories since a shorty/On this journey 'til I'm Weekend at Bernies dead/Burnin' herb, Porsche frames hang on my head" —Nas
"Child rebel soldiers of the inner city/The 'Hate Me Now' tigers next to Nas and Diddy/His mama fell in love with drug dealin' Diddy/The only star left that was next to Biggie/Little did she know, she was one of four/And little did he know, he was one of eight/Unknown siblings all through middle school/With the same mean mug that was born from hate" —Pusha-T
"Little sister don't talk much/'Cause their uncle had the Midas touch/Evil is as evil does/Mama looked away, blamed it on his needle buzz/Sold the food out the freezer when he needed drugs/Beggin' like he Cool J when he needed love" —Pusha-T
"Apeshit, pussy, hashtag that/Red Lobster ask Beyoncé, where the crabs at?/Big bloody, bang with five, where McNabb at?/.44 push your top back, where your scab at?/Lotta hoes, faster car/Take the molly, Perky pill, Adderall" —Young Thug
"Gotta say my name when you come to the city now/Couldn't afford no Fiji water, we in Fiji now/Pardon me, ah, ah, block still a part of me/South Bronx, mic check, one, two, it started me/Marc Buchanan to Marc Cuban, nigga/From cameras to cannons, all shootin', nigga" —French Montana
"Bridge is over, bridge is over/Block full of timberwolves, in the kitchen, help my man with soda/Before Snoop kicked the building over/Had the dot 6 Rover, way before you heard of Hova/Piguets flow, respect though, my neck glow/Frankie Beverly, Maze, before I let go" —French Montana