Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Swimteam Rastas , by - Step Brothers. Release date: 20.01.2014
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Swimteam Rastas , by - Step Brothers. 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 |
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