Swollen Members, Evidence, Chali 2NA - Full Contact lyrics

Its like that, no doubt we keep it live
Twenty-four, seven, three sixty-five
Its swollen members world wide
This is full contact
Spit hard and never look back
Its like that, thats right we keep it live
Twenty four seven three sixty five
This is full contact, yo time to plug in
And spit hard, the audience is listening

My life consists of making songs
Of quality controlling balancing on platforms
A space between is an end to the means
My name on your lips
My face in your dreams extreme's
Not a term just limited to sports
It also derives from how I drive with force
Private thoughts are revealed through
My regal cerebral
Ceremonious masters down with the
Users of needles
The spitters of paint for ones
Who move on the break
Unified from the lion's gate
To the sunshine state
Weights and measures curved
And straight letters
Are used and fused together
To deliver the devastating craving I have
For making bars and notes
Step and get striked from the
Stars in my throat
Reservation for one, plus a table for three
Ev, Prev, and MC and my man Chali

Silver surfer, spider man, mister fantastic
Swollen, Dilated, and Jurassic
Madchild getting his ass kicked?
That's a death wish, I'm vicious
I swim with sharks, piranhas
And siamese fighting fishes
And wrestle alligators, cause I'm a gladiator
Roll deep in Seven Forty
Sports and Lincoln Navigators
S and M rocks the spot no question
You're so wack even your
Yes man got suggestions
Battle axe warriors kid
What the fuck you think step up to my crew
Aiyyo you must had too much to drink
Its all about length that's longevity
That's why I gon keep
Rapping till I'm seventy ready or not
Rock steady crew rep ready to rock
Knock knock, your thinkin no one's upstairs
But the light's on, let bygones be bygones
Strength of a python
Red dragon plus I rock a circa icon

Rattle in your collapsed ear
Settin' traps here
Kickin raps clear, open your lap dear
Verbal pap smear
Back to smack fear, till your dome piece
Tones peak
Rockin from the cradle till my bones creak
Known for the microphones, no impostors
All up in your bumble prosta
Lickin shots for my partners
Makin it hard for brothers who
Got what I'm after
Swollen member crew be your disaster
I control your laughter
Words more powerful than your pastor
Rappers sweeter than three liters of Shasta
Vocal tones fracture, rhymes blast ya
Through your back bruh
2na the verbal newscaster clapped ya
Unmatched disaster
Come blast flash and crash past ya
Changing the miniscule to the master
Minutes till you can grasp the
Millions of metaphors made perhaps
To trap and send your herd out to pasture