Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swell, artist - Common Market. Album song Tobacco Road, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SCIONtific
Song language: English
Swell |
| Beat entreat a seeker, teachin' leadership |
| Group ‘em through the groove, spike the meter, weaker needles skip |
| Like defeatist-types, see the sign, retreat, this hype is evil |
| Might it be what I perceive as aiight’s |
| In a state of decay, he say it’s but a few days left |
| Aint let it rest since I was fresh up in OCHS |
| Never seen my senior year, bet I never shed a tear |
| Kept my head up, and lead in the weapon to let ‘em hear |
| How we lick it off for victory, synesthete feel the imagery |
| Sympathy give ‘em clemency — you’re witnessing the synergy |
| That’s how they shall remember me upon expiration |
| A god in training — take ‘em beyond denomination |
| Stay calm and patient, we gon' make it to our destination |
| Condolences to those taken in the conflagration |
| I suppose they’re awaiting us now, I make ‘em proud |
| When I’m out, do me that favor and play it loud |
| Utilize the Line to rebel |
| Find a Mass of others with like minds in the swell |
| Reminiscing over this and It Aint Hard To Tell |
| Now my daughter knows Geo’s bars, my heart swell |
| I been lost at sea, tossed around in this hell |
| ‘Til some folks up in the Beacon guided me through the swell |
| Keepin' company with heads, more at home where I dwell |
| Scent of spring, well the team’s lookin' swell |
| View of the Cascades drew in a fast rate |
| A flood of brothers to the tune of two of the last greats |
| Arrogance is so passé, my distinction don’t |
| Apply to rhyme skill, flow won’t move ‘em like the shine will |
| Conciliatory I build for my affiliates |
| A guild of spitters, the core of the city is insidious |
| A war of attrition waged and sick games played |
| The script scribbled, written to get ‘em on the same page |
| If obliterated the kid’ll make something outta nothin' |
| Divinity in him poured the form to forge function |
| Natural born hustler, cousin — you can’t touch him |
| For the moment I’m just showin some love over percussion |
| Catch a relay, when I facilitate I mic check it for the rebate |
| A couple cents worth for the beat tape |
| Double if the seed takes — rapid expansion |
| The thizz visible all up in the town’s mass transit |
| Keep in mind ‘fore you slide deep and opine |
| We’re in the six hovel with picks and shovels told to coal mine |
| Struck and found a diamond on a practice swing |
| Now the scouts all tout him as an athlete |
| Respect for the game, sincerely revere the spectator |
| The kind I often find training to be the next player |
| Run the drill out — blood, sweat and adrenaline spill out |
| But faith you won’t ever be without |
| Utilize the Line to propel you |
| Through the parts where the sharks swim around in the swell |
| What, you thought we haven’t fought ‘em off? |
| Sit for a spell |
| I’ll spin a yarn about a thousand battles won by the swell |
| Reinforcing the importance of the bond we weld |
| When you see it stand the test, son — your chest ‘gon swell |
| Used to hear it from my Gran' now I know how she felt |
| Play the hand dealt, boy, you’re lookin' swell |