Swollen Members - Angel of Death lyrics
[Swollen Members - Angel of Death lyrics]
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
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