Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jacques Cousteau , by - Swollen Members. Song from the album Brand New Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.06.2014
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Jacques Cousteau |
| I really hope you’re not |
| Cause let’s get something straight right now |
| (Madchild, cowards don’t really want a part of me |
| I roll with a venomous squad of all veterans |
| You’d rather kiss a rattlesnake than to step to me) |
| Yeah, I’m the little fuckin' hulk, I don’t fear giants |
| Leave em catatonic in a closet like in Weird Science |
| He doesn’t even have his license, Lisa |
| I spit the nicest ether, eatin' all these rappers like a slice of pizza |
| I spit typhoons, conjure up hurricanes |
| Little Monster wreckage warnin', get yourself insurance claims |
| I blow the roof off of group homes with two poems |
| Killin' all of you clones |
| Metal teeth, I chew bones |
| Clip you like a coupon |
| Grip you like a talon, hear Mad scream, supreme too |
| Listening to Balance and Bad Dreams |
| From broke to making mad cream |
| I’m fuckin' dope again, wide open from a bad scene |
| Used to be a nightmare on diamond street |
| But now I’m right there, a white terror, a rhyming beast |
| I got a cracked tooth, lookin' like I’m wack proof |
| Sportin' a beard and a tooth like I’m Jack Cousteau |
| (Prevail, remember me? |
| Crimson wordplay, see with the pen I’m explainin' |
| Rock a show hard as a army of viking warriors) |
| Rhodium, deuterium |
| Man, trinium isotopes |
| Hydrogen chambers on explode mode, let em blow |
| Adamantium, vibranium — Marvel at my universe |
| Scapel competition brains so you can see how stupid works |
| Don’t matter if it’s grey, splatter blood across the hallway |
| Could do this all day and I will so lie still |
| Don’t make me call Vinne Paz, Slaine and Ill Bill |
| Real masters of the dark arts with kill devil hilts |
| I ride upon precipice, break till black mornings |
| A black plague front page, it’s a rap rage warning |
| Headliners, flatliners, co-signers, endorsers |
| I water board on the board, apply my enforcers |
| Rap brass, knuckle tough |
| Talk grass, knuckle up |
| Commander and the chief, buckle up before I fuck em up |
| Don’t care about whereabouts |
| Who let em out into open space |
| Way too much radiation, glacial caps in Everglades |
| (Swollen members, heard of us? |
| One mass, the unit of murderers |
| Two MC’s, one producer |
| Vancouver cats swingin' a battleaxe) |
| The hardest part of my artistry is finding people as smart as me |
| Or finding equal spitting shit wholeheartedly as hard as me |
| Can’t help it now, this shit is just a part of me |
| Coursing through my veins and pumping in my heart and arteries |
| Mad raps retardedly, when Mad raps it’s startling |
| With time I just get sharper while it’s wearing down my cartilage |
| An oddity, I’ll make you loose some bodily fluids |
| And once the thought of me rude, and once a lot of you knew it |
| Now rollin' blunts, a bunch of nunces, feel like dunces, I’m the truest |
| They’re just a bunch of cunts that want some comfort sayin' they knew it |
| Knewin' they fuckin' blew it |
| I’m blown up what we’re doin' |
| Cause you’re in if we went through it |
| Now Europe is fuckin' toured |
| Obscurity, I’ve endured, secured a future, creative |
| It’s music related, a partial art form that’s narrated |
| Incarcerated minds grind thoughts to a halt |
| So I participate in rhyme crime to break out the vault |
| I’m real bad for your health like a shaker of salt |
| It’s make or break it in this industry so be an adult |
| Since my sinsiter administration no one should vote |
| My public demonstration, demolitions, crews in revolt |