| We steppin' out, don’t have me pull the weapon out
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| Get it out, where you at?
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| What you reppin' now?
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| Up in the club my thugs, better let 'em out
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| Battle Axe rocks the set
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| Son, check it out
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| We don’t stop rockin', neck poppin'
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| We got the club hostage
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| Block on lock, shockin' topics
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| Can’t stop it, got ya head knockin'
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| Yo
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| Static, distortion, and ambient noise
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| The champion’s close, you can tell by the ambulance voice
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| Someone’s about to bleed, the sensation of speed
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| The sensational breed
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| From the secret society, conspiracy of shadows
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| Purity of darkness, and legacy of castles
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| Move from the spark for the fire engulfs
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| Check your pulse, the impulse of werewolves
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| Drag the body back into the woods
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| Detach the back and tear into the goods
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| Tossed on the heap like metal scraps
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| Enter the sandman, speed metal and rap
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| Take advantage, your average rappers can’t
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| Too many temples, imagine that
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| BPM’s of a Mack-10, cadence of an automatic
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| My amazing performance will take it when you thought you had it
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| We steppin' out, don’t have me pull the weapon out
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| Get it out, where you at?
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| What you reppin' now?
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| Up in the club my thugs, better let 'em out
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| Battle Axe rocks the set
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| Son, check it out
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| We don’t stop rockin', neck poppin'
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| We got the club hostage
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| Block on lock, shockin' topics
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| Can’t stop it, got ya head knockin'
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| Got heat? |
| I bet you get warm
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| I’m an electric storm… Anything except the norm
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| You’re entering restricted regions
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| Fit to be evicted by my strict allegiance
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| My team people be mean people
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| We been lethal since the beginning up to the Bad Dreams sequel
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| Grab the green, I got the label to thank
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| I’m caffinated, laughing all the way to the bank
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| I’m fascinated how you react to the fame
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| We came, we saw, we conquered, the Members remain
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| To be the ultimatum that made 'em afraid of the game
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| And laid 'em to rest, the recipe that made us a name
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| Cave in your chest, I’m wired, I’m unable to rest
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| Send your top gun man, we disable the best
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| From liable to burst and combust with no discussion
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| Head rush, we trust, you get left with nothin'
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| We steppin' out, don’t have me pull the weapon out
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| Get it out, where you at?
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| What you reppin' now?
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| Up in the club my thugs, better let 'em out
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| Battle Axe rocks the set
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| Son, check it out
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| We don’t stop rockin', neck poppin'
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| We got the club hostage
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| Block on lock, shockin' topics
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| Can’t stop it, got ya head knockin'
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| Caution!
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| Quit nitpickin' and flossin', on shit
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| Kickin' this track, my mind’s a mosh pit
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| Blood drops drip from copper faucets
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| Sick thoughts race through my mind, I’m exhausted
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| You hang loose, I’ll hang ten
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| Full of venom and adrenaline, a man among men
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| Contaminate your vacant brain with blinding migraines
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| You’ll find I’m not sane, you’ll find I’m not vain
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| I reign terror, an unbearable arrogant character
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| Comparable to terrible experiments
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| 69 Fastback can’t pass me, black Mustang
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| Cobra bitch, I’m nasty
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| I’m uncommon, dominant and erotic
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| Control freak speaks
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| You wanted it? |
| You got it
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| Not a lot of competition for a complicated personality
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| 'Cause I ain’t livin' in reality
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| We steppin' out, don’t have me pull the weapon out
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| Get it out, where you at?
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| What you reppin' now?
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| Up in the club my thugs, better let 'em out
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| Battle Axe rocks the set
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| Son, check it out
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| We don’t stop rockin', neck poppin'
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| We got the club hostage
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| Block on lock, shockin' topics
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| Can’t stop it, got ya head knockin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sensational Breed , by - Swollen Members. Song from the album Heavy Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп