Текст песни Swollen Members f Chali 2na, Evidence - Full Contact
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(Chorus: Evidence)Its like that, no doubt we keep it liveTwenty-four, seven, three sixty-fiveIts swollen mebers world wideThis is full contactSpit hard and never look backIts like that, thats right we keep it liveTwenty four seven three sixty fiveThis is full contact, yo time to plug inAnd spit hard, the audience is listening(Verse 1: Prevail)My life consists of making songsOf quality controlling balancing on platformsA space in between is an ends to the meansMy name on your lips, my face in your dreams extremeNot a term just limited to sportsIt also derives from how I drive with forcePrivite thoughts are revealed through my regal cerebralCeremonious masters down with the users of needlesThe spit is a pain for ones who move on the breakUnified from the lion`s gate to the sunshine stateWeights and measures curved and straight lettersAre used and fused togetherTo deliver the devastating craving I have for making bars and notesStep and get striked from the stars in my throatReservation for one, plus a table for threeEv, Prev, and MC and my man ChaliChorus(Verse 2: MadChild)Silver surfer, spider man mister fantasticSwollen, Dilated, and JurassicMadchild getting his ass kickedThats a death wish, I`m viciousI swim with sharks, piranhas, and siamese fighting fishesAnd retro alligators, cause I`m a gladiatorRoll deep in Seven Forty sports and Lincoln NavigatorsS and M rocks the spot no questionYour so wack even your yes-man got suggestionsBattle axe warriors kid, what the fuck you thinkStep up to my crew, aiyyo you must had too much to drinkIts all about length thats longevityThats why I go keep rappin till I`m seventyReady or not, rock steady crew rep ready to rockKnock knock, your thinkin no one`s upstairsBut the lights on, let by-gones be by-gonesStrength of a pythonRed dragon plus I rock a circa iconChorus(Verse 3: Chali 2na)Rattle in your collapsed ear, settin` traps hereKickin raps clear, hopin` your lap dear, verbal papsmearBack to smack fear, till your dome piece, tones peakRockin from the cradle till my bones creakKnown for the microphones, no impostorsAll up in your bumble prostaLickin shots for my partnersMakin it hard for brothers who got what I`m afterSwollen member crew be your disasterI control your laughterWords more powerful than your pastorRappers sweeter than three liters of shastaVocal tones fracture, rhymes blast yaThrough your back, retinal the verbal newscaster claptureUnmatched diasaster, come blast flash and crash past yaChangin the miniscule to the masterMinutes till you can grasp theMillions of medicals made perhapsThe trap is in your herd, house, or pastureChorus 2x