Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swimteam Rastas, artist - Step Brothers.
Date of issue: 20.01.2014
Song language: English
Swimteam Rastas |
Yo, could it be I stayed away too long. |
Lighting up to Cypress Hill I was the side of the bong |
Catching arthritis my pen was the heaviest |
Bars trapped in a cell, run on sentences |
Cleanse my readiness, my pencil is deep |
I might erase every beat until it sends me to sleep |
Send for the heat without relational guns |
Send for weed drinking Jamaican rum |
I only run between the moon and New York city with a crew that get busy like |
Bizzie be winning |
And in the night still pitching like I’m in the first inning |
Curve spinning these curtains are swervining |
Disturbing images I cover the scent another visual |
I mask and still never repent |
Event the tide from the pull of the moon |
From where I currently reside where its currently June |
And kind of worry how my currency views |
Kind of murder don’t mind if I do |
My grandma and your grandma sitting by the fire |
My grandma told your grandma, «I'm gonna set your will on fire» |
Talking 'bout hey now |
Cake is duffel the biscuits buttered |
Placed in covered the steak is smothered |
Monetary notes growing ropes homes on boats |
That’s why every step I take is brothered |
Step I fly off the handle to create my supper |
As an OG told me a closed mouth doesn’t get fed |
Push the level over the red |
Pushes under my blankets they know to spread |
Like butter and jelly over the bread |
I’m on my alchensteam Toot-Toot! |
Runaway train blowing his steam from out them things |
That resemble a stove top kettle. |
Hot metal on schedule |
I bust your bumbaclot ras, don’t sekkle |
Like the chamber make my vocals echo… |
From the moment that the ladies screamed me at the cheering |
From the tone of the rain seemed so appealing |
Did not invent the money printed but I’m getting it |
Did not invent the wheel but motherfuckas spinning it |
I’m not the paranoid searching for my calling yo |
Straight out the barrio one baritone of audio |
I carry on listen I carry on tradition |
I take a toothbrush to old kicks and pairs’ll glisten |
So fuck this place and a staircase to sit in |
In a city where you need a flashy car just to fit in |
I never tried to make it I was only trying living |
They claimed to know math but motherfuckers never divied… |
Up sick of giving I got nothing to show |
But ain’t sick of being sick with it it’s the sickest you know |
I don’t communicate with conversation |
I stay up late nights in the basement |
Charge extra for installation |
Chop up loop like little bits of bacon |
While I operate on a patient |
Laboratory coats is what I’m draped in |
More than the money notes my music is my motivation |
Uh burn nicotine blow out Listerine |
Lincoln to Michigan live from The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf |
Depiction is off bring in the relief |
Too many Indians that want to be chief |
I’m confident with my spot nobody can oust me |
As a youth my parents figured out they couldn’t house me |
Some even made me try to play the sideline and couch me |
Now they stand at attention every time they announce me |
Success is my revenge |
You throwing pebbles in the wind |
I send messengers with a pen |
More medicine with the blend |
Caps are what I never type |
Bought when I’m stepping out |
Stack till I get it right |
Red state blue state politics bang |
The day is new same shit different game |
Been running ink to tunnel vision |
Maybe it’s the night |
So I’m waiting till the sun is risen |
Some forgive some forget the summer debt |
The summer time some will regret |
Some of the bets win more then its less |
I keep pressing till the vinyl breaks |
Vital mistakes are at a viral rate |
The eyes had it till they expand or dilate |
I’m on the fire escape off the highest of flames |
Debating science hearing sirens and things |
I start my movement view to the stars |
And start grooving pointing tools at mars |
Licking shots from my union |
I catch the plot when I clue in |
I caught a permanent and never been removed since… |
Bitch, bitch… |
Oh My Council! |
Welcome to the lord’s chamber they mean to discuss legislation or issues that |
concern them this House of Lords chamber is one of the most impressively the |
House of Lords also has a public gallery |