Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Homicide, artist - Swollen Members.
Date of issue: 31.05.2018
Song language: English
Homicide |
Madchild |
I’ma fight for my right, stay tight on the mic |
Only house on the block shine bright late at night |
See, I stay on the grind, get hyped right in sight |
Yeah I work so you like when white lightning strike |
Who wanna mess with the best when I stand like a man with the «S» on my chest |
And my flames collect dangerous rep when they step |
So the cops want to stop me at best, not impressed |
Like I give a fuck |
I’ma live it up |
We have risen ‘cause I’m driven, never giving up |
I’m a wizard in my prison and this isn’t luck |
It’s like I’m livid on this rhythm and you with it, huh |
A lot of rap these days, it’s so predictable |
It’s not particularly terrifically difficult |
Don’t like your vision and it isn’t what I listen to |
I mean, we could get physical. |
Grim Reaper could visit you |
Madchild |
Ain’t no trauma like |
Ain’t no drama like, my life |
Come alive, Mad not calm at night |
You should watch your mouth before you mobilize |
Now that I’ve come back home ‘cause that’s a homicide |
Ain’t no trauma like |
Ain’t no drama like, my life |
Come alive, Mad not calm at night |
You should watch your mouth before you mobilize |
Now that I’ve come back home ‘cause that’s a homicide |
Prevail |
My opening comments will tarnish your campaign |
I vanquish with language, my Riot Squad like Bad Brains |
My man Shane’s a razor blade, grade-A grenade |
Arrive to the dark side of life and your train’s delayed |
I’m the conductor with a hammer and an anvil |
The Phantom of the Opera, dropping bodies in the landfill |
Grave epitaphs engraved with the first and last names of all the victims that |
I’ve claimed with effervescent raps |
Brighter than floodlights, young knights of valor |
Never turn a blind eye to the strength of my armada |
Master and commander of the battleship fleet |
Admiral Prevail, your ship wrecked on Battle Axe Beach |
Landmines, claymores, tripwires, trenches |
Try aerial attacks and we’ll shoot out your engines |
Tailspinning, g-force, lose control, nosedive |
No parachutes so you and the copilot both die! |
Madchild |
Ain’t no trauma like |
Ain’t no drama like, my life |
Come alive, Mad not calm at night |
You should watch your mouth before you mobilize |
Now that I’ve come back home ‘cause that’s a homicide |
Ain’t no trauma like |
Ain’t no drama like, my life |
Come alive, Mad not calm at night |
You should watch your mouth before you mobilize |
Now that I’ve come back home ‘cause that’s a homicide |