Swollen Members - The Difference lyrics
[Swollen Members - The Difference lyrics]
I was born to perform
Bright lights on Broadway
A microphone soldier of love like Sade
So all day long, these smooth operators
Make moves, get a shovel
Dig a tomb for the haters
Innovators of the greatest rap music around
SNM once again hear the bass drum pound
Don't you love it when a
Sound come together like this?
Like when a plan comes together
On some A Team shit?
On some gold chain, Mr T I pity the fool
B-A, bad attitude, Battle Axe rules
Warriors, warriors, symbols of justice
We grow every day so there's much more of us
Brothers in the movement
That multiply quickly
We all around the world not
On some one city cliquey
You get me? Good, no need to repeat it then
SNM's the kinda group that you
Should be believing in
Okay, mad skilled, crazy as fuck
I'm not very calm
Kids going crazy like it's Knotts Berry Farm
Aye, I got a pocket full of cherry bombs
Madchild scary storm, running like a marathon
People look at me like am Hannibal Lecter
A cannibal from Canada
This man'll dissect ya
My jaws are mechanical
Sick and got no antidote
You got the wrong guy
I do not come from no banana boat
An animal, that ain't so fuckin' animalistic
I'm flying like a cannibal that
Lands in the distance
And everybody knows that I'm
A man of persistence
I come equipped with gifts like
I was Santa at Christmas
And all I want for Christmas is a whole
New set of teeth ready for whats coming
Yeah my whole crew better be game changed
That don't mean we ain't gonn' win still
Been around since EZ Rock
Was rockin' a windmill
And Zodak was taggin' on the walls?
We still the bomb and we gonn' get
A second chance to blow up
I'm still a Toy's R Us kid
Don't wanna grow up still killing shows
Only difference I ain't tore up
And age ain't nothin' but a number dog
More experience, a living walking underdog
Light dim might shine bright
We shutting shit down
Walk into a room and see
The cocky fuckers sit down
They don't want a problem with the
Goblin I'm a total wreck red rum, head hunt
Like I'm fucking Boba Fett
Sober I am colder now a cobra
With the flow for death
And I don't hear no fat lady
Singin' it ain't over yet!
Yeah, man this shit feel, real real good
We got our battle-axe warriors battling 3000
Strong man we just started
Beautiful death machine
Beautiful death machine
Beautiful death machine
Swollen Members in the house
Bright lights on Broadway
A microphone soldier of love like Sade
So all day long, these smooth operators
Make moves, get a shovel
Dig a tomb for the haters
Innovators of the greatest rap music around
SNM once again hear the bass drum pound
Don't you love it when a
Sound come together like this?
Like when a plan comes together
On some A Team shit?
On some gold chain, Mr T I pity the fool
B-A, bad attitude, Battle Axe rules
Warriors, warriors, symbols of justice
We grow every day so there's much more of us
Brothers in the movement
That multiply quickly
We all around the world not
On some one city cliquey
You get me? Good, no need to repeat it then
SNM's the kinda group that you
Should be believing in
Okay, mad skilled, crazy as fuck
I'm not very calm
Kids going crazy like it's Knotts Berry Farm
Aye, I got a pocket full of cherry bombs
Madchild scary storm, running like a marathon
People look at me like am Hannibal Lecter
A cannibal from Canada
This man'll dissect ya
My jaws are mechanical
Sick and got no antidote
You got the wrong guy
I do not come from no banana boat
An animal, that ain't so fuckin' animalistic
I'm flying like a cannibal that
Lands in the distance
And everybody knows that I'm
A man of persistence
I come equipped with gifts like
I was Santa at Christmas
And all I want for Christmas is a whole
New set of teeth ready for whats coming
Yeah my whole crew better be game changed
That don't mean we ain't gonn' win still
Been around since EZ Rock
Was rockin' a windmill
And Zodak was taggin' on the walls?
We still the bomb and we gonn' get
A second chance to blow up
I'm still a Toy's R Us kid
Don't wanna grow up still killing shows
Only difference I ain't tore up
And age ain't nothin' but a number dog
More experience, a living walking underdog
Light dim might shine bright
We shutting shit down
Walk into a room and see
The cocky fuckers sit down
They don't want a problem with the
Goblin I'm a total wreck red rum, head hunt
Like I'm fucking Boba Fett
Sober I am colder now a cobra
With the flow for death
And I don't hear no fat lady
Singin' it ain't over yet!
Yeah, man this shit feel, real real good
We got our battle-axe warriors battling 3000
Strong man we just started
Beautiful death machine
Beautiful death machine
Beautiful death machine
Swollen Members in the house