Swollen Members - Ambush/Sensational Breed Songtexte
Ambush:
(Intro)
Ok, listen up!
I think we're being setup for an ambush.
I think there may be strong enemy forces in those buildings over here.
(Hey, I hope they're just fucking with us.)
I've requested tank support.
(I ain't ready for this shit.)
Now sit back and listen up, but keep your eyes open..
1,2,3,4!
Verse 1: (Moka Only)
I'm psychosomatic, you might know the static,
that automatically comes when we hit these drums.
All of the underworld saying,
"Here he comes, to snatch back the crown.",
And that's passed around.
In my fleet we beat the odds, meet the Godfathers.
We keep the crowd hotter..
You speakin'? Why bother?
I auto-modify my style, I got a monicker thats volitile,
It's Flowtorch.
No force the sport knows more resourceful, than us,
send us more rewards and parcels.
I'm not the type to sit around on bar stools,
Me and the mic, we been around since car pools.
And now with the 90's behind me,
I've finally designed the epitomy of grimy.
You can find me where the sun shine,
Be tryin' me and I'll have you all cryin.. "Why me?"
(Chorus)
Ambush..
Taking it back to the place we made the name known,
and there's no survival.
Ambush..
You never seen this shit comin,
and we want y'all to know we still hold the title.
Ambush..
We still hold the title, theres no survival,
y'all should get live.
Ambush..
We strike without warnin', show no remorse, we run the dark side.
Verse 2: (Madchild)
Dangerous and uncivilized,
Balls, brains, jaws, chains, that's how I'm livin' life.
Role reversal, I go commercial,
Then go back to underground with no rehearsal.
Roads are closed cause boulders rolled in?
I'm a bulldozer, my shoulder's frozen!
Cold-blooded and cold-hearted, I'm cut-throat.
I'm gonna' finish what I started, what's up though?
Redeem, my team raps capital regime,
Captain of the making and happen machine.
Boss of all bosses, you cut your losses,
Catch what you're tossin', I'm fuckin' awesome!
My luck, I'll profit..
Of course I'm on my own dick, it's attached.. can't get off it.
Jack move, hiding under the staircase!
Army fatigues, strapped gas mask, and bear mace.
(Chorus)
Verse 3: (Prevail)
Rediscover the brotherhood of the wolves.
Way we cut 'em, couldn't feed 'em to the dogs.
I'm involved, mystery's unsolved,
The opening group's on?
Cool, tell me when its ours.
I'mma treat it like a gymnasium,
Going two-times-platinum, we only play to win.
I can't hold it in, I'm spinning out of orbit,
I'm comin' for your fuckin' planet like I fought for it.
Metamorphic, something metal in my pocket,
Turnin' from my mic to knife and slice an eyesocket.
Got advice like Crockett and Tubbs,
Got you higher than the drugs that they make in bathtubs.
Ambush and push through with muscle,
Push come to shove, I got you seein' double.
Pure shock value, my core's C4,
It's like crawlin' through a trench in the second World War.
(Chorus)
(Outro)
That's what's up.
I'll go double platinum and come back for my true fans, man.
I had this shit planned out the whole fuckin' time.
This shit is for you.
Your little sisters might not get this shit.
We made this for our fans, man.
The people who fuckin' discovered us, supported us from the beginning.
Word up.
(Roger, Out!)
Between songs:
There is a hidden track coming.
(Then a skit prank calling some pizza joints.)
This is the hidden track. *squeaky toy sound*
Sensational Breed:
Get up!
(Chorus)
(Son Doobie)
We steppin' out, don't have me pull the weapon out.
Get it out, where you at?
What you reppin' now?
Up in the club my thugs, better let em out..
Battle Axe rocks the set.
Son, Check it out!
We don't stop rockin', neck poppin',
We got the club hostage.
Block on lock, shockin' topics,
Can't stop it, got ya head knockin'.
Verse 1: (Prevail)
Yo..
Static, distortion, and ambient noise.
The champion's close, you can tell by the ambulance voice.
Someone's about to bleed, the sensation of speed,
The sensational breed..
From the secret society, conspiracy of shadows,
Purity of darkness, and legacy of castles.
Move from the spark for the fire engulfs,
Check your pulse, the impulse of werewolves.
Drag the body back into the woods,
Detach the back and tear into the goods.
Tossed on the heap like metal scraps.
Enter the sandman, speed metal and rap.
Take advantage, your average rappers can't.
Too many temples, imagine that.
BPM's of a Mack-10, cadence of an automatic,
My amazing performance will take it when you thought you had it!
(Chorus)
Verse 2: (Moka Only)
Got heat? I bet you get warm.
I'm an electric storm.. Anything except the norm.
You're entering restricted regions,
Fit to be evicted by my strict allegiance.
My team people be mean people,
We been lethal since the beginning up to the Bad Dreams sequel.
Grab the green, I got the label to thank.
I'm caffinated, laughing all the way to the bank.
I'm fascinated how you react to the fame,
We came, we saw, we conquered, the Members remain,
To be the ultimatium that made 'em afraid of the game,
And laid 'em to rest, the recipe that made us a name.
Cave in your chest, I'm wired, I'm unable to rest.
Send your top gun, man, we disable the best,
From liable to burst and combust with no discussion.
Head rush, we trust, you get left with nothin'!
(Chorus)
Caution!
Verse 4: (Madchild)
Quit nitpickin' and flossin',
I'm shit kickin' this track, my mind's a mosh pit.
Blood drops drip from copper faucets.
Sick thoughts race through my mind, I'm exhausted.
You hang loose, I'll hang ten.
Full of venom and adrenaline, a man among men.
Contaminate your vacant brain with blinding migraines.
You'll find I'm not sane, you'll find I'm not vain.
I reign terror, an unbearable arrogant character,
Comparable to terrible experiments.
69 Fastback can't pass me, black Mustang,
Cobra bitch, I'm nasty!
I'm uncommon, dominant and erotic.
Control freak speaks..
You wanted it? You got it.
Not a lot of competition for a complicated personality,
Cause I ain't livin' in reality.