steppin' through

swollen members

you all can do what you all want to do just know

that we're doin' it the way you want to do

rockin' you just watch how your shit get blown back

i know you wish that you could do it too. people think that they can't do it like swollen

the members do it like you never knew. gettin' it by the grip thats the way we roll it

you better move it when we're steppin' through. i'm the first and conversed and person street stalker. off my rocker

a red bull and vodka. provocatively

walkin' like you talkin' to me

branded outlandish

triple deck and stress sandwich. it's an ambush

turn no pad to canvas

ain't it an art words paintin' worth paintin' my heart. new york to la

younge street to robson

we get the job done and rob with tribeslum. live and effect

graze the edge of the metal

grace day

game face

first place the rebel. in the cage with the lions

engage with the giants

starts september

red october preps the cobra. i coil the sun

snake oil i drum

stick grease up my grill you all i'm formula one. crack a hole in your helmet

your bucket

your pail

moka

mad child

kemo

prevail. you feel me as if i wasn't part of you

if you really doin' what you wanna do

if you see how moka only get it done

swollen get it lock 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 all keep down

you all stayin' down

raise the love. don't be shocked we made it

mad child rocks the greatest

when i'm intoxicated

got shit locked we waited. invaded and stayed at the fact with tactics activated

can't hate it you played that track attacks infatuated. fatal attraction won't stop 'till i'm platinum

wam bam gonna flatten 'em

gonna baseball batt'n 'em. quick draw mcgraw

wrap assault rifle

go blind when you look into the mind of a psycho. we're the main attraction boy

you're just a side show

evolve and try to glow in the class don't try to hide bro. we spin the vinyl from the beat junkie to sonar*

the curb to the club heavy hittin' like a crowbar. no scars

no bruises

no cuts or bumps

those are signs of effects how did you come up chump?

through the back door

this is a brand new route

we'll blow the speaker throw the mike stand and grab the dance floor.