Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song RPM, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Bad Dreams, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.11.2001
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
RPM |
Aiyyo actions reactions, addition subtraction |
Crew split the factions, split the fractions |
E-mail celly talk two-way faxes |
Rap bold is love just ask the axis, relax |
Listen to what your ears say |
Don’t believe the hear-say, or a beer say |
You fuckin' with entrepreneurs and rhyme wars |
Marked up passports and world-wide tours |
But still bangin' out of cars I’m sure |
All the heads that cop our shit romp the tour |
You kick a little something but the crowd want more |
I kick a smorgasbord, that could feed the poor |
I learn to spit raps, brace for kick back |
And drip wax, some of the illest on slip mats |
Cy Young pitchin', catch the transmission |
Swollen Membership on a Cali to Van mission |
(Chorus:Iriscience) |
Passport stamped up at the station |
Through customs through immigration |
The sign reads welcome to your nation |
We come to bring the celibration |
(Prevail) |
The war on paper, bongs and smoke vapours |
Blowin' up and out, goin' up a belt |
Watch the formula, shadows and corridors |
We haven’t slept yet, my eyes are bloodshot |
And when the drums drop, that’s the fun part |
Stare and snipe you out here at the street fight |
Let the beat ride black market midnight |
Attack a stack of vamps like a pit fight |
So many bones get broken in the rib shack |
That’s where I live at, yo watch the kick back |
RPMs back seats and engine blocks |
I got my tale pipe stuck up in a glove box |
All our songs rock, duck the Molotov |
Clear bottle, call the dogs off |
At the borders, and at the air ports |
We shoot straight and know exactly what to aim for |
(Chorus:Iriscience) (x2) |
(Mad Child) |
Aiyyo it’s spread like a virus, Mad Prev and Iris (Iriscience) |
Never ask if you can dig it like Cyrus |
Shadow boxin' got a killer silhouette |
Even when we open crowd be like they rock the illest set |
Feel us yet? |
You romper room rappers |
Ain’t catchin' half the shit I say until the mornin' after |
This shit is evil on pars don’t have to play it backwards |
This was made from stacks of cash from underneath my mattress |
But most of y’all are just a bunch of fuckin' actors |
Flexible suckin' your own dick for practice, actors |
If I can’t get a chance to put my claim on it |
You smoked about a thousand pounds with my name on it |
Free medical and dental plan |
I’m on six figures bitch you drive a rental van |
Smokin' weed in coffee shops, stripper sucked for dough |
Talk to me about the border I’m like fuck you bro |
(Chorus:Iriscience) (x4) |