Swollen Members - Still Kill lyrics
[Swollen Members - Still Kill lyrics]
I used to be about that life
Now I can really give a
Flyin' fuck about that life
Lyrically these rappers are inferior athletes
Cause, I'm superior, I'm lyrically baffling
Built for this shit with interior scaffolding
I'm imperial
Beware of my mysterious tackling
I hit the mic and rap like
I am in a beastly state
We got an army, something they appreciate
These rappers make me fall asleep
’m short as fuck but rap as if
No other rapper’s tall as me
Yeah, that's my fuckin' policy
Goin' down in history for the
Ones that do it flawlessly
We the real deal, we that true school
Ain't a bunch of dickheads trying
To be too cool
Cause we the real deal, we that true school
We don't follow new rules, everybody you lose
Cause we have been there and
Done that and still here
Rappers that you still fear
Rappers that you still hear
Cause we that true school, we the real deal
Decade and a half motherfuckers
We can still kill
Valkyrize, take flight, concrete gargoyle
Spit oil, hot lead, meltin' off finger tips
Givin' it's original form and I swarm firstly
So many words spit in this
Game and I'm gettin' thirsty
And hunger is a game
And dungeon's never tamed
My dragons are too fully grown
We sully you with flames
Whether slowly cap or snap back
With full attack we'll reign
I maim, I murder, a word, a verb, a
Noun, alert em now, we came to shut em down
It's an all power outage
Straight blackouts allowed
Fall face first into deeper
Depths of the crowd
Call crowd control loud or roll
Over them like clouds
We don't get old, dawg we get better
It's Rocky 7
You don't want to start a vendetta
I'll do a fuckin' drive-by on the Lambretta
I'm a red Lamborghini, you're a tan Jetta
Hit so many times now I land better
Prev still by my side saying "Come on man
Get up"
I'm on a fuckin' band stand in a grand getup
People still don't understand
Gettin' damn fed up
Get yourself a dictionary, we are visionaries
Fucked so many rappers up they
Call me Mr missionary
It's like Area 51, full of intelligent life
With blacklights spinnin'
Glowin' red and green and then white
What a night to have to right
The wrongs of pressurized domes
Leave competitors without the molecules
To phone home
This is the misguided cannonball
Viking express
With the tangible command of all
The thoughts I compress
Let me confess my darkest secret
Which is why I've arrived
And see if anyone has seen P-one
I'm born to survive
Now I can really give a
Flyin' fuck about that life
Lyrically these rappers are inferior athletes
Cause, I'm superior, I'm lyrically baffling
Built for this shit with interior scaffolding
I'm imperial
Beware of my mysterious tackling
I hit the mic and rap like
I am in a beastly state
We got an army, something they appreciate
These rappers make me fall asleep
’m short as fuck but rap as if
No other rapper’s tall as me
Yeah, that's my fuckin' policy
Goin' down in history for the
Ones that do it flawlessly
We the real deal, we that true school
Ain't a bunch of dickheads trying
To be too cool
Cause we the real deal, we that true school
We don't follow new rules, everybody you lose
Cause we have been there and
Done that and still here
Rappers that you still fear
Rappers that you still hear
Cause we that true school, we the real deal
Decade and a half motherfuckers
We can still kill
Valkyrize, take flight, concrete gargoyle
Spit oil, hot lead, meltin' off finger tips
Givin' it's original form and I swarm firstly
So many words spit in this
Game and I'm gettin' thirsty
And hunger is a game
And dungeon's never tamed
My dragons are too fully grown
We sully you with flames
Whether slowly cap or snap back
With full attack we'll reign
I maim, I murder, a word, a verb, a
Noun, alert em now, we came to shut em down
It's an all power outage
Straight blackouts allowed
Fall face first into deeper
Depths of the crowd
Call crowd control loud or roll
Over them like clouds
We don't get old, dawg we get better
It's Rocky 7
You don't want to start a vendetta
I'll do a fuckin' drive-by on the Lambretta
I'm a red Lamborghini, you're a tan Jetta
Hit so many times now I land better
Prev still by my side saying "Come on man
Get up"
I'm on a fuckin' band stand in a grand getup
People still don't understand
Gettin' damn fed up
Get yourself a dictionary, we are visionaries
Fucked so many rappers up they
Call me Mr missionary
It's like Area 51, full of intelligent life
With blacklights spinnin'
Glowin' red and green and then white
What a night to have to right
The wrongs of pressurized domes
Leave competitors without the molecules
To phone home
This is the misguided cannonball
Viking express
With the tangible command of all
The thoughts I compress
Let me confess my darkest secret
Which is why I've arrived
And see if anyone has seen P-one
I'm born to survive