Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sound Burial, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Monsters II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.08.2011
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Sound Burial |
| My stereo buries your stereo |
| It’s a sound burial when I talk I sound imperial |
| My stereo buries your stereo |
| It’s a sound burial when I talk I sound imperial |
| My stereo buries your stereo |
| It’s a sound burial when I talk I sound imperial |
| My stereo buries your stereo |
| It’s a sound burial when I talk, when I talk |
| Then I mock |
| Competition, them I drop |
| They just wishin', that I’d stop |
| Like a western, Deadwood shot |
| My profession, they don’t talk |
| One condition, when I rock |
| Twelve o’clock, red eye flight, dead of night |
| Set my sights on the city of lights |
| Give me that mic, believe in that hype |
| Believe me I’m right |
| A pretty young lady trying to give me advice |
| Hit the mile high club, you gotta feel the height |
| For real it’s tight |
| Right there, that’s what I like |
| Energy spikes, party ignites |
| They wild and fight, the whole crowd out loud proudly recites |
| That… |
| I’m the Mad Child to make murderous material |
| Wake up in the morning and I eat my cereal |
| Serial murderer, that’s why I’mma murder ya |
| That’s right I’m a master have to ask I never heard of ya |
| Bad man standing on the corner of 33rd |
| Flip a couple birds because I prefer to do my dirty work |
| Dangerous in solitude I will demolish you |
| Dudes don’t want to rendezvous when I’m not fond of you |
| I’ve been through it, I’m into it |
| You influence |
| You ain’t done it |
| I soul stunted |
| You got a small group of stupid friends who pretend |
| Me? |
| I got a big group of super men that you can’t duplicate |
| We worldwide, do some girl/guy cookie movers |
| I’m from Vancouver we move mass units and flip bricks |
| Thousand keys across the boarder even when the shit’s thick |
| Shit I’mma buy fame kid |
| Hop on my train |
| Hip hop, try again |
| I spit rock from fire brains |
| Spike metal ball on an iron chain |
| Cry in vain |
| I was born and raised to go out on a stage |
| Explode into a rage and go out in a blaze |
| I was born and raised to go out on a stage |
| Explode into a rage and go out in a blaze |
| That’s what’s happenin' when Mad Child is rappin' in the place to be |
| You can’t fuck with me, face it G |
| I’m especially fresh to death, there’s no replacing me |
| I’m basically the best, no escaping us I’m papered up |
| If he’s actin' like a stupid fuck duck, tape him up |
| Life, we don’t make it up |
| Take, until I make enough |
| God, what have I become? |
| Some young dumb idiot |
| Tried to step up and get up in my meridian |
| And that’s when I get mad |
| That’s when I get rid of 'em |
| That’s cause they was on the same same bullshit again |