White Python/Black Tarantula/Sound of the Drum - Swollen Members

White python, night-lights on

Mike Tyson, I’m white lighting

Complete freak on the beat by Viking

Black heat, enemies don’t like 'em

Keep on fighting, keep reciting

Writing;

he will defeat these titans

Speak like a king, live like a pirate

Move like a gypsy, cause small riots

Not tall giant, also flying

No joke no matter how broke I am

Don’t go crying, won’t start lying

City’s a jungle, still I’m a lion

Feel good as I am without doing dope

Mad Child clean like mouth full of soap

No doubt not out with the bros

Just stay above water like house is a boat

Small blue pills thousands of those

Back that’s a place that I’ll never go

Difficult centrifugal force

Or the simplest flows like wind through the door

You killed that shit man

Warriors for life dig up the swollen army

Shout to my young brother Trey Nice

I’m about to get him out of this high-tempo BPM shit

Rob the Viking live from the estuary.

P1

S&M.

What’s up?

Come on Rob, let’s get 'em

Oil spill top kill fills at the mortuary

My life a wild life I’m live from the estuary

S.O.

shell BPR VIP I kill like military

Spilling red liquid everywhere just like a bloody mary

Bloody like the movie Carrie, wise man mother Mary

Secret symbolism come across like the Maltese

Battle-axe warriors I’m tattooed like a Maori

Hear my war cry, I paralyze it so powerfully

And how can he do what I can’t, rocking it like Element

Show me attitude and you’ll get branded like a cattle ranch

Man you spitting garbage bitch, I’m like a Harvard graduate

Conception is immaculate, back from the dead like Lazarus

Novel is protagonist, * and vice and avarice

Dropping from my speech each and every letter of alphabet

Genetic spikes precisely accurate like laws of Calculus

Vocal like Ted Noble so fucking with me is hazardous

Ferris wheel, carousel, kerosene, everything

Burn down the carnival, very strange penny lane

Beatles Rolling Stones Pink Floyd

Black light acid trips sink into the void oh boy

I’m done, I’m tired of being a pawn on the chess board

War comes got straps and a vest for it

Fuck pills, fuck coke, fuck escorts

Fuck being a gangster and fuck being dead for it

White gold crushed chrome powdered aluminum

Old school trains, hop the bottom, rustoleum

Yeah, my name’s Prevail I’m on your trail like Ho Chi Minh

Dude I’m too crude highly flammable petroleum

It’s the sound of the drum coming at you like a heart

Hit you in the face with the bass booming in the car

It’s the sound of the drum, you can run but you won’t get far

Creator of this abstract dark art poetic style

Mad Child saying that bull will be pathetic pal

Least I didn’t forget it beast still deeply embedded

This MC from BC still deeply regretting now

I lost concentration and focus on what was important

Must have been the pills and all the coke I was snorting

Now I’m telling all my folks that I’m sober and it’s over

But I know that if you put it to my nose I still could go for it

That’s why I keep reminding myself and going over it

It’s very dramatic to date a heroin addict

Had a bad relationship, good girl but wanted out like I was seeing ghosts

And hearing voices in a haunted house, I’m known for fucking up

And acting stupid and erratic

I get fully loaded like the bullets slipped into the clip

And clicked into the pistol grips of semi automatics

I was a terrible addict but the kids back at it

It’s the sound of the drum coming at you like a heart

Hit you in the face with the bass booming in the car

It’s the sound of the drum, you can run but you won’t get far

(I wanna rock right now)