Angel of Death (Explicit)-Swollen Members

歌手 : Swollen Members

专辑 : Brand New Day

语种 : 其他

时长 : 02:22

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TXT Angel of Death (Explicit)-Swollen Members 文本歌词

Nothing can hurt us now

What we have can't be destroyed

That's our victory, our victory over the dark

Been bombin' before, Andromeda's core

Islamic's at war, blood red on the floor

I'm in my own lane, ten game hitter

Friends get bitter, someone that they won't get rid of

We had the dopest litter, bunch of Bowe, Riddicks

Rappers with pro fitteds, we had no critics

I fuckin' flow with it, my soul is so acidic

A style that you won't mimic cause this is no gimmick

I'm fuckin' Madchild, bastard, I'm my own man

Now I'm a grown man followin' a program

I'm tryin' to get myself security like Homeland

Health, wealth, family, and definitely romance

Colder than a snowman

We are 'bout to blow, man

Steady like a slow jam

Heavy like a cro-mag

Verifying that I'm terrifying with every entry

Rapper of the month? We are rappers of the century

Your shit is elementary

Time we hit the gates we'll be rappers of the century

Petty loads of chemicals brother

I'm a black shark in dark water

Crashin' through your boat and your rudder

They won't discover you motherfucker, you're lost as sea

Twenty tentacles wrap around you like the roots of a tree

From the incubator straight to incinerator

Open up the steel gates, a modern day liberator

Grey matter data ate a rapper for lunchtime

I want my revenge like I came from a mummy's mind

I ain't scare of no ambulance, magic spells and sunshine

Energy points, portals, ports, and landlines

Great minds alike think, strike down the weaklings

Light tower, watchtower, watch how the beacon blink

Deeper drink down potion, poison earth, ocean water

Barbara is so filled with 'plistic, mask of Phantom of the Opera

Watch out for chandeliers crashin' through the floor, Joyce

Poor choice of words, never hear my voice say those

Yeah, you underneath the heavy waves, color of colbalt

Salt stick float box, tempature so cold

Big drops of freezin' rain, born to reign upon this plane

You call it reality, I call it a pawn in game

Kill the king, capture flag, drag the bag to vulture valley

If that's just to far to drive, leave it in the back of alleys

Steal the ring, capture flag, drag the bones to harbor's bend

If that shit to far to swim then leave em in the garbage bin