Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BAX WAR , by - Swollen Members. Song from the album Beautiful Death Machine, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 18.03.2013
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
BAX WAR |
| They tried to spread like a disease, I’m here to vaccinate |
| I chop you into bunch of pieces with an axe’s blade |
| Motherfucka, I’m an asshole |
| I got a cracked soul, fallin' in a black hole |
| I was homeless, used to sleep on fuckin' cardboard |
| Now I jump around the planet like it’s parkour |
| Next tattoo on my body should say «Hard Luck» |
| Feel like I’m starin' out a window that is barred up |
| And motherfucka, I am hard up |
| Talk your fuckin' ear off like a Christian in a Starbucks |
| Mad Child stay fierce, I am very vicious |
| I’m the leader of the cult without the Hare Krishna’s |
| Small dude, every thing I do is gigantic |
| I got the world in my hand, this is my planet |
| They say it can’t be done, I’m like, «Why can’t it?» |
| I’m the next Tech N9ne (Tech N9ne!), you’re the Titanic |
| I’m from the BAX WAR fam, black metal, ma |
| I’m a rapper, I refuse to fuckin' get a job |
| Makin' somethin' out of nothin' like the Mafia |
| These rappers couldn’t see me wearin' glasses with binoculars |
| This is definitive fear unlimited, living inside of a rap war |
| So backup and get backed up and then smacked up, BAX WAR! |
| Inconsiderate idiots living inside of a city of rap war |
| Call backup and get chapped up, attack mode, BAX WAR! |
| I consume power and those who least expect it |
| The prisoners doom, make room for the new record |
| True wreckin' ball, speech patterns takin' buildings down |
| Two emcees, one producer, sure to make your feelings drown |
| Underwater slaughter, no oxygen in right lung |
| Lost inside a time void, accosted when the night comes |
| Never fight the drums, they’re bangin' out the speaker box |
| Colder than a solstice, hotter than a equinox |
| Fails four seasons, orchestrated like Vivaldi |
| I demonstrate and concentrate the strength of Swollen Army |
| So many heavy hitters, deadly spitters, rap assassins |
| Waitin' to attack until it’s divvied up in rations |
| Cause that’s when the stats’ll stop dumpin' in abundance |
| We smash out them dagger mouths that battle my circumference |
| The circle grows stronger, much better when we’re unified |
| War money, your money, you’re bloody, do or die |
| I’m the misguided angel from the BAX WAR |
| You’re a crack whore by the back door |
| I’m gettin' old, dinosaur, I’m a raptor |
| I’m the little white Hulk, he’s the black Thor |
| I bury the past with various tasks |
| And carry an axe, reflection is as scary is mass |
| My cherry is passed, still I bleed external torment |
| My group is flyin' while you’re crying, lying dormant |
| I’m the leader of a cult, but we’re not the Mormons |
| But I walk on water like a fuckin' long shore man |
| I still got poison in my veins |
| Paint our faces up like skulls, yeah, my boys are fuckin' strange |
| Mad Child, I stay colossal in the Colosseum |
| That’s cause I’m awesome, you’re a fossil in a small museum |
| I’m Colossus, made of steel, super human strength |
| My partner juggernaut, you fuckers ain’t gon' leave a dent |