Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Impossible, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Dagger Mouth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.04.2011
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Mr. Impossible |
| Mr. Impossible can do the most amazing things |
| For instance, he can jump over a house |
| Impossible! |
| Yo, ay |
| I ain’t foreign man, you call me Norrin Radd |
| Most of these new rappers suck but some of them they aren’t bad |
| Madchild like Kid Cudi, he is hella cool |
| I like Jay Electronica, Blue, and Yelawolf |
| Evidence and Saigon, I’m a fucking python |
| Dark icon, even when the fucking light’s on |
| Shoot me with the Glock yeah, shoot me with the Nikon |
| Shoot me fuckin groupies eating sushi with my Nikes on |
| Rockin Gucci making hype songs |
| I’m a Battle Axe Warrior. |
| That is life-long |
| As a matter fact, got an axe in my right palm |
| Plus I got a knife in my left that is quite long |
| Thank God for replenishment, now I’m power limitless |
| I devour enemies, rapping like there’s ten of me |
| Crawl like a tarantula, creep like a centipede |
| Madchild from S&M, they’ll remember me |
| I’m a renegade, stoned drinking lemonade |
| I’m a heavyweight, poems like I’m Hemingway |
| Human pipe bomb, everything wrong |
| Little Hulk smash little King Kong |
| I don’t care though, I’m a weirdo |
| Glasses at night, let my nails and my beard grow |
| I’m a werewolf staring like a scarecrow |
| («I'm scaling this wall just as easily as I can walk!» — Spider-Man) |
| +True Blood+ like Anna Paquin, a radioactive arachnid |
| 4th of November, scorpion poison forever preserved |
| In vials of pyrex a spiral staircase trance |
| Feel the web get tighter as the spiders enliven |
| The Silver Surfer beside me gliding through space in the infinite |
| While the others stay limited rearrange the derivative |
| Spit a rhythm like rivets and build a city in dream time |
| +Inception+ like DiCaprio your mind is the scene of the crime |
| (I need a push) Give me mine cause limited time is only allotted |
| I’m painting verbal high with Basquiat and Jackson Pollock |
| Take my archaeological logic, my architectural office |
| Bloodhounds can lead you to the carcasses officers |
| Battle axe, claymores, harpoons and spears |
| I’m harvesting the crop that I planted last year |
| Walk upon a lonely planet, no plants dead dear |
| Eating red meat, oppose those who dare come near |
| Mr. Impossible |