Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Homicide , by - Swollen Members. Release date: 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 |