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Swollen Members - Front Street lyrics
[Prevail] The induction of Paris green leaves What you see with no seams or so it seems And as it stands it seems that I never land I sight by laser beam float inches above the sand Birds prey exit larger than the point of entry The son to father colossal no mathematical gentry They sent me without weaponry forced to forge my own Infiltrate fortune five watch them clone their own I've been blown out of proportion or so it's been discussed I blow out physical portions and walk from settled dust Bring fear to your factory watch your edge crush Attendance to his session breaks parameters set Until the audience agrees the medics should be sent [Mad Child] I'm a bad man baseball battin' your brains like Bam-Bam Ask me if I give a damn Never that I'm putting mc's on front street My techniques complete when I compete I'm knocking this one straight out the box so take a seat Getting rich I focus on strength and never switch Plus I'm throwing lyrical flames here's the pitch You could end up in a ditch that's already been dug I came up with crazy kids plus got love from thugs I'm pulling your plug flat line when you attack mine I'm up front when most kids they play the backline Life is real you know how I feel Even when just taking a walk I got a weapon concealed For protection you can't get with this connection With no direction I'm free form flexin' Watch your back I do my thing without a question [Prevail] Now that I'm fully assembled I'm not likely to be resembled Be humbled instead of pummeled by the hands that supply The slugs to load runners I prevail wonder he the heavy gunner Dropping from cloud cover Some who write blood letters are truly bad men it's in my best interest to keep them on the other end Align the hands of the clock at ten to ten Study in depth the jagged walk of prevail as wind [Mad Child] My sentiments exactly watch me react You better take a step back or that head will get cracked Wide open now it's Mad Child your scoping I'm hoping to make a couple of mill Cause once I flip it's rest in peace I kill I feast at will, a beast that's been branded I fire at random and you can't stand it Cause once I start swinging these fists I'm heavy handed [chorus] yo we throwing heat puttin' mc's on front street turn the volume up a notch we pump beats for throwing heat putting mc's on front street you try to front and get your head lumped from jump street |
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