Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still Kill , 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
Still Kill |
| I used to be about that life |
| Now I can really give a flyin' fuck about that life |
| Lyrically these rappers are inferior athletes |
| Cause I’m superior, I’m lyrically baffling |
| Built for this shit with interior scaffolding |
| I’m imperial, beware of my mysterious tackling |
| I hit the mic and rap like I am in a beastly state |
| We got an army, something they appreciate |
| These rappers make me fall asleep |
| 'm short as fuck but rap as if no other rapper’s tall as me |
| Yeah, that’s my fuckin' policy |
| Goin' down in history for the ones that do it flawlessly |
| We the real deal, we that true school |
| Ain’t a bunch of dickheads trying to be too cool |
| Cause we the real deal, we that true school |
| We don’t follow new rules, everybody you lose |
| Cause we have been there and done that and still here |
| Rappers that you still fear, rappers that you still hear |
| Cause we that true school, we the real deal |
| Decade and a half motherfuckers, we can still kill |
| Valkyrize, take flight, concrete gargoyle |
| Spit oil, hot lead, meltin' off finger tips |
| Givin' it’s original form and I swarm firstly |
| So many words spit in this game and I’m gettin' thirsty |
| And hunger is a game and dungeon’s never tamed |
| My dragons are too fully grown, we sully you with flames |
| Whether slowly cap or snap back with full attack we’ll reign |
| I maim, I murder, a word, a verb, a |
| Noun, alert em now, we came to shut em down |
| It’s an all power outage, straight blackouts allowed |
| Fall face first into deeper depths of the crowd |
| Call crowd control loud or roll over them like clouds |
| We don’t get old, dawg we get better |
| It’s Rocky 7, you don’t want to start a vendetta |
| I’ll do a fuckin' drive-by on the Lambretta |
| I’m a red Lamborghini, you’re a tan Jetta |
| Hit so many times now I land better |
| Prev still by my side saying «Come on man, get up.» |
| I’m on a fuckin' band stand in a grand getup |
| People still don’t understand, gettin' damn fed up |
| Get yourself a dictionary, we are visionaries |
| Fucked so many rappers up they call me Mr. Missionary |
| It’s like Area 51, full of intelligent life |
| With blacklights spinnin', glowin' red and green and then white |
| What a night to have to right the wrongs of pressurized domes |
| Leave competitors without the molecules to phone home |
| This is the misguided cannonball, viking express |
| With the tangible command of all the thoughts I compress |
| Let me confess my darkest secret which is why I’ve arrived |
| And see if anyone has seen P-one, I’m born to survive |