Текст песни Full Contact (feat. Evidence & Chali 2Na) - Swollen Members feat. Evidence & Chali 2na
(Chorus)
Its
like
that.
No
doubt
we
keep
it
live
24-7
365
and
Swollen
Members
Worldwide,
this
is
full
contact
spit
hard
and
never
look
back.
Its
like
that.
Thats
right
we
keep
it
live,
24-7
365,
this
is
full
contact
yo
time
to
plug
in
And
spit
hard
the
audience
is
listenin′.
Its
like
that.
My
life
consists
of
makin
songs
on
quality
controlling
balancing
on
platforms.
The
space
between
theres
an
end
to
the
means.
My
name
on
your
lips
my
face
in
Your
dreams.
Extremes,
not
a
term
just
limmited
to
sports
it
also
derives
on
How
I
drive
with
force.
Private
thoughts
are
revealed
through
my
secret
Serrebral.
Serimonius
masters
down
with
the
users
of
needles.
The
spitters
of
Paint,
the
ones
who
move
on
the
brake
unified
from
the
Lions
gate
to
the
Sunshine
state.
Weights
and
measures
curved
and
straight
letters
are
used
and
Fused
together
to
deliver
the
devistating
craving
I
have
for
making
bars
and
Notes.
Step
against
strength
for
the
stars
in
my
throat.
Reservation
for
one,
Plus
a
table
for
three,
Ev,
Prev,
and
MC
and
my
Mad
Child
Mt.
(Chorus)
Silver
surfer,
spiderman,
mister
fantastic.
Swollen
dialated
and
Jurasic.
Madchild
gettin
his
ass
kicked
thats
a
dead
wish
im
vicious,
I
swim
with
sharks
Piranas
and
siamese
fighting
fishes,
and
restle
alligators
(why)
cuz
im
a
Gladiator,
roll
deep
in
seven
for
these
sports
and
lickin
navigators.
S
and
M
Rocks
the
spot
no
question
your
so
wacked
even
your
yes
makes
my
suggestion.
Battle
axe
warrior
kid,
what
the
fuck
you
think,
step
up
to
my
crew
eh
yo
you
Must
have
had
too
much
to
drink.
Its
all
about
length
thats
long
jepordy.
Thats
Why
Im
gonna
keep
rappin
till
im
70
ready
or
not.
Rock
steady
crew
rep
ready
to
Rock,
knock
knock
your
thinkin
no
ones
upstairs
but
hte
lights
on
let
bygones
Be
gygones,
strength
of
a
python.
Red
Dragon
plus
a
rocket
circa
icon.
(Chorus)
Yo
revelin
your
colapse
ear
settin
traps
here
kickin
raps
clear
hopin
you'll
Lap
dear
verbal
paps
smear
back
to
smack
fear
till
your
thone
piece
tone
piece
Rockin
from
the
cradle
till
my
bones
creak
no
friggin
microphone.
No
imposta′s
All
up
in
your
bumpa
prosta
lickin
shots
from
my
partners
makin
the
heart
for
My
brothers
who
got
what
im
after,
swollen
members
will
be
your
disaster.
I
Controll
your
laughter,
a
voice
more
powerful
than
past
to
reppin
sweeter
than
Three
leaders
of
shatsa.
Opal
tones
fracter,
rythmes
blast
ya
through
your
back
Run
till
the
other
verbal
use
cast
ya.
Unmast
disaster
gunblast
past
ya
and
Crash
past
ya
change
the
miuscule
to
the
masta.
Minutes
till
you
can
grasp
the
Millions
of
medicles
made
perhaps
to
trap
its
in
your
heard
out
the
pasture.
(Chorus
x2)
Альбом
Bad Dreams
1 Intro
2 Killing Spree
3 Full Contact (feat. Evidence & Chali 2Na)
4 RPM (feat. Iriscience & DJ Babu)
5 Camouflage (feat. DJ Revolution)
6 Deep End
7 Anthrax Island
8 Snake Bite (feat. Rattlesnake Jones & Chris Guy)
9 Total Package (feat. Planet Asia & DJ Revolution)
10 The Reflection
11 Ventilate (feat. DJ Babu)
12 Burns and Scars (feat. Son Doobie)
13 Dark Riders (feat. Buc Fifty)
14 High Road
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