Swollen Members - Original West Coast lyrics

The original west coast rhyme writers
The original west coast rhyme writers
The original west coast rhyme writers
The original west coast rhyme writers

It's really just elementary
The turn of the centuries
Focal point with forced entry
Force not to be reckoned with
Second win sets in jolts of electricity
Sting with synchronicity
Scorpions tail snaps, crippling simplicity
Walk through the desert
One breath creates a sandstorm
Transform, rattle snake strike now
Your hands worn fangs puncture palms
Venom seeps through your veins
Pain you shouldn't intervene
See me on the center screen kaleidoscope
Aqua blue, turquoise and winter green
Sunshine blasting bright
Beams of ultra violet
Violent sentence stylist causes silence

The original west coast rhyme writers
The original west coast rhyme writers
The original west coast rhyme writers
The original west coast rhyme writers

Temperature very low icicle hell storm
Below zero between the channel of the cable
And the crossbow comes an
Elevation of pressure
In regards compel a high water
When all hell freezes over and breaks
Loose in a hand basket idle hands
Mastered my mix down
Instead of slanging tools in the
Fallen angels work shop
Burning the once lifted with
The flame ship galley
A quick trip to the gallery
And i'll see all that I need
Death on a pale steed, heads on a steel blade
Treads on a shallow grave
Ball on a hollow acrylic flame
The future flashes redundancy
Do what you can to fuck the industry

The original west coast rhyme writers
The original west coast rhyme writers

A captain can't abandon his ship
Stranded I randomly rip rap
With a strangling grip
I'm mangling quick prevail's a hard rock
Your just a dangling dick
That's about three inches
At first it kinda pinches then it
Burns like you wouldn't believe
When I get in you any venue
Madchild's flaming, you're on the menu
Let's continue
First I'll send you to the fiery
Depths where molten core is moulded
Don't suck my dick just hold it
I took and shook the house
First we rocked it then we rolled it
I told you I was holdin' four aces
You should have folded

I dig what I rig with greater expectations
And heavy weight loaded to the teeth
The dull steel hull of my
Fully war equipped skull
Shoots down the sandbags
Cancel the streak of award winning
Costumes and make up
Big tops and five billion villains
Break up the chameleons
To blend into fibers and fabrics
Hybrids of a natural schematics
Plastic coated human form makes an
Easy target for rifle practice

The original west coast rhyme writers
The original west coast rhyme writers
The original west coast rhyme writers
The original west coast rhyme writers