Text Písně: Steppin Thru - Swollen Members

[Moka Only] (Chorus)
Ya'll can do, what ya'll want to do, just don't think
We're doin' it the way you wanna do.
Rocking you, just watch how your shit gets blown back.
I know you wish you could do it too.
People think that they can do it like Swollen,
The Members do it like you never knew.
Getting It, by the grip, that's the way we rollin',
You better move it when we steppin' through.

[Mad Child]
I'm the first thing to burst a verse of Street Stalker,
Off my rocker, I'm Red Bull and Vodka.
Provocatively, walking like "You talkin' to me?"
Branded outlandish, triple decker stress sandwich.
It's an ambush, turned notepad to canvas,
Ain't it the art words, painted with pain in my heart.
New York to L.A., Yonge Street to Robson,
We get the job done and rob with tracks on.

[Prevail]
Live in effect to such, graze the edge of the metal.
Grace day, game face, first place, the rebel.
In the cage with the lions, engage with the giants,
Star September, Red October, Prev the Cobra.
I coil the sunset, oiled my drums,
Spit grease out my grill, ya'll I'm Formula One.
Crack a hole in your helmet, your bucket, your pail.
Moka, Mad Child, Kemo, Prevail.

(Chorus)

[Moka Only]
You feel me as if I was a part of you,
If you really doin' what you want to do.
When you see how Moka Only get it done,
Swollen Mem, get it up, never sweat it none.
Jump in the air, hands in the air, put 'em up.
Girls shake it down, girls shake it down, wind it up.
Come through your town, come through your town, tear it up.
Once you get down, y'all staying down. Where's the love?

[Mad Child]
Yo, we shocked we made it, Mad Child rocks the greatest.
When I'm intoxicated, got shit locked. We waited,
Invaded and stated the fact, the tactics activated.
Can't hate it, you play the track, and tax infatuate it.
Fatal attraction, won't stop 'til I'm platinum,
Bam-Bam gonna flatten 'em, I'm baseball battin' 'em.
Quick-Draw McGraw, rap assault rifle,
Go blind when you look into the mind of a psycho.

[Prevail]
We're the main attraction, boy, you just a sideshow.
My bubbletonic glow in the glass, don't try to hide, bro.
They spin the vinyl from the beat junkie to sonar,
The curb to the club, heavy hitting like a crowbar.
No scars, no bruises, no cuts or bumps,
The signs of a perfection, how did you come up, chump?
Through the back door? This is a brand new rap war,
Blow the speaker through the mic stand and brand the dance floor.

(Chorus x2)

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