Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Execution , by - Swollen Members. Song from the album Monsters II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.08.2011
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Execution |
| Recognize realize and visualize |
| This miracle mind which is mine |
| Son of a chainsmoker and crack pusher |
| My family ties lines of cane cookers |
| From the slums to the streets, the suites of South Beach |
| The belt’s not far in my reach, rather unique |
| Yeah my physique comes naturally, and actually |
| Had a way with words since '83 |
| Maybe it’s me, or maybe it’s the surgery performed when I speak over beats |
| It’s a emergency, yeah the young boy got his head bust |
| Nowadays the gun talk, fuck going head-up |
| I get fed up and furious |
| But get relief from relief I receive from the Jewish chick |
| She stupid rich, buy me boucoup gifts |
| Like matzah bread, on some bar mitzvah shit |
| I admit the gang mentality I represent |
| Serves as a reality check for the intelligent |
| Some real nigga shit, come follow it |
| Second Verse |
| Living in a mansion flossed out |
| Chillin at the boss house |
| Dont fuck around and get tossed out |
| Like Jazzy Jeff outta Fresh house |
| Niggas wanna press play, hey we the best out |
| Niggas always leave the west out |
| Actin like I can’t buy a house out in down south |
| Or somewhere on the east coast |
| Get a grill smile on my mouth like cheese toast |
| Who the fuck gon' beast most |
| Set it up like oscar de la hoya out in East Slopes (?) |
| Or somewhere on the west side |
| Where the best born, best die, Bedstuy |
| Brooklyn, Canada back to the USA |
| Black hats like NWA |
| Black gats bringing trouble your way |
| You know the strong arm steady don’t play |
| I shift crack like pounds of the yay |
| Smoke weed like I’m from the bay |
| Still the most dangerous group coming outta CA |
| It’s the strong arm steady |
| Battle Axe Records y’all, y’all not ready, let’s go |
| Third Verse |
| We ride like violent horses |
| I leave a pile of corpses |
| Warlock inside my fortress |
| I lost a fucking fortune |
| Yeah, visionary verse developer |
| Celebrate? |
| I get enough pills to kill a elephant |
| And that’s relevant |
| I’m hiding in a dark tent |
| Pyromaniacs tongue-kissing on a park bench |
| Utterly I mutter manslaughter with the meat cleaver |
| Please believe it I breathe heat with deep reverb |
| Dogtown, Z Boys, Rocksteady b-boys |
| Redline Levis, plans being revised |
| Quite tired, I bite tires, a white liar |
| A drive-byer with five priors, a livewire |
| Ey, I am some kinda hybrid |
| Dopest rapper out, but I’m white like rye bread |
| I’ll get a mohawk, go hard like Clubber Lang |
| You in trouble mang, like a vampire with rubber fangs |
| It’s time to get some retribution |
| Forget a fucking trial we go straight to execution |
| Fourth Verse |
| Yeah, like you was gambling with the chief head honcho |
| Not Gandolfini or Tonto |
| We rock like Weather Report at the Montreax |
| Casino Jazz Festival caught in different time zones |
| We know like conventional thought, the triple line though |
| They infinitesimaly small next to Hiero |
| Adam to a ant, a wooden match to a canon that I had |
| When they ran into my pad. |
| Grabbed it from my dad |
| He said «Respect the power that it wields |
| Cause a coward will reveal hisself |
| Strength and character should supersede wealth |
| And keep your mind clear, you won’t squeal for help.» |
| I’m out for delph preservation |
| The elder statesman |
| Cracking all chastity belts with innovation |
| Fuck 'em deep, non-virginal |
| Terminally ill, personally kill mics |
| Bust the verbal voodoo hex |
| Murdering sets like the Colonel |
| Flew out the cuckoo’s nest with two new Teks |
| Check-nine-milli, I’m really bout my scrilli |
| I’m droppin these club bombs til they give me mine, what |
| Fifth Verse |
| It go, Me broke in this economy? |
| Hell no |
| Even the recession ain’t affecting them elbows |
| So we sell those. |
| People be cheefing when they struggle |
| I’m a beast when I hustle but I keep it on the humble |
| Try to lay a finger on me, your people are in trouble |
| I got Usalama (?), my peeps’ll be there on the double |
| Bipolar so I could flip it any time |
| And I don’t waste time spending my chips on any dime, I’m |
| From Oakland, it’s cold there, maybe you known, player |
| Baby could leave at any moment and I won’t hate 'er |
| I’m warm though, and I won’t scorn those |
| I know she’s coming back like '70s pornos |
| So I tag graffiti on her lower back tat |
| Kick back, relax up at the cul de sac flat |
| These rappers is eunuchs, they acting, they cooning (?) |
| My reaction after I slap 'em, they ruined, had to do it, yeah yeah… |