Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Front Street, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Balance Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.09.2009
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Front Street |
The induction of Paris green leaves |
What you see with no seams or so it seems |
And as it stands it seems that I never land |
I sight by laser beam float inches above the sand |
Birds prey exit larger than the point of entry |
The son to father colossal no mathematical gentry |
They sent me without weaponry forced to forge my own Infiltrate fortune five |
watch them clone their own |
I’ve been blown out of proportion or so it’s been discussed |
I blow out physical portions and walk from settled dust |
Bring fear to your factory watch your edge crush |
Attendance to his session breaks parameters set |
Until the audience agrees the medics should be sent |
I’m a bad man |
baseball battin' your brains like Bam-Bam |
Ask me if I give a damn |
Never that I’m putting mc’s on front street |
My techniques complete when I compete |
I’m knocking this one straight out the box so take a seat Getting rich I focus |
on strength and never switch |
Plus I’m throwing lyrical flames here’s the pitch |
You could end up in a ditch that’s already been dug |
I came up with crazy kids plus got love from thugs |
I’m pulling your plug flat line when you attack mine |
I’m up front when most kids they play the backline |
Life is real you know how I feel |
Even when just taking a walk I got a weapon concealed |
For protection you can’t get with this connection |
With no direction I’m free form flexin' |
Watch your back I do my thing without a question |
Now that I’m fully assembled |
I’m not likely to be resembled |
Be humbled instead of pummeled by the hands that supply The slugs to load |
runners |
I prevail wonder he the heavy gunner |
Dropping from cloud cover |
Some who write blood letters are truly bad men |
it’s in my best interest to keep them on the other end |
Align the hands of the clock at ten to ten |
Study in depth the jagged walk of prevail as wind |
My sentiments exactly watch me react |
You better take a step back or that head will get cracked |
Wide open now it’s Mad Child your scoping |
I’m hoping to make a couple of mill |
Cause once I flip it’s rest in peace I kill |
I feast at will, a beast that’s been branded |
I fire at random and you can’t stand it |
Cause once I start swinging these fists I’m heavy handed |
yo we throwing heat puttin' mc’s on front street |
turn the volume up a notch we pump beats |
for throwing heat putting mc’s on front street |
you try to front and get your head lumped from jump street |