Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Supreme Beings , by - Swollen Members. Release date: 14.11.2017
Song language: English
Supreme Beings |
| : Madchild |
| I’m still flying high like I’m on PCP |
| Life’s a grind but I’m coping like a PVP |
| In the past 'been known to smash a fucking TV screen |
| But now I’m sober, so promoters, they on Easy Street |
| Yeah, Leader of the dwarf Lords, I’m a demented phantom |
| They call the kid the little Hulk, I got a temper tantrum |
| I’m on some b-boy shit, I bust a full flare |
| We’re blowin' up like fuckin Hitler in the Wolf’s Lair |
| White boy, wish I had a constant tan |
| Runnin shit like Marky Mark in fuckin Contraband |
| I’m a supreme being, your team fleeing 'cause we’re the dream team |
| Brown brown, take one snort it’s going down down |
| I’m on another level |
| You bunch of rubber devils |
| Iron jawed Angel, I’m insane a fucking rebel |
| Every day’s the weekend, take an hour for lunch |
| Cocky little motherfucker, pack a powerful punch |
| Yeah, Madchild, you better stand back man |
| Cause I’ve been killin' it since sour keys and Pacman! |
| Stand above a crooked villain like Batman |
| S&M it’s going down like that man |
| Yeah don’t trip, Swollen Members B-A-X-W-A-R put you BWs up! |
| Battleaxe Warriors worldwide Motherfucker |
| : Prevail |
| Victorious, decisive |
| Reprisals from the eyes of Horus |
| Icy glacier cap raps, Snap the branch in ancient forest |
| Days before us people walked on all fours, Stalked prey |
| Hunt to kill, filled the cave for winter cold, there’s no delay |
| Spring follows, Summer next, Autumn Hex |
| All of mother nature’s creatures heed the word of Father Time |
| Your speeches never reach us, now that’s what I call a diatribe |
| Teaspoons of iodine |
| Well aligned and now they love to see it all |
| All they ever do is get me hyper like a room of vipers |
| Straight out the tomb like Tutankhamun, time to pay the piper |
| Harming, not your common, operatic patterns break the scale |
| Mail you a nail bomb |
| Prevail’s calm, but never fails |
| Sharp horns and tails, the devil’s in the details |
| The retail sales are meant for silk screens and ball caps |
| If this shit was easy, which it’s not, then you’d all rap |
| My army always marchin' forward, watch the cowards fall back |