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Bring It Home – Swollen Members feat. Moka Only (Miscellaneous)

November 25th, 2006 jrcue No comments

Swollen Members feat. Moka Only

Bring It Home
(Swollen always brings it home)
We do it, up where, we belong
And Moka Only, always, brings it home
(Moka always brings it home)
Let’s do it, up and, keep it on

[Prevail]
We built a foundation, brick by brick
Eye for an eye, keep your eyes on this
The shadows move in the strangest forms,
Our music in your ear is like a dangerous storm
The way we perform, it’s a whole new arena
We raise the stakes while you follow the leader
This song’s a heater, long live the speaker
S&M the name explains the main feature

[Mad Child]
I’m an abnormal creature with pummelin’ action
Feature presentation plus the comin’ attraction
Asians, Iranians, all same opinion
Indians, blacks and whites and East Indians
Latins, girls draped in lace and satin
North Van to Venice, T-Dot to Manhattan
All get the picture, it’s not quite invitin’
Mad Child’s excitin’, strike of white lightnin’

[Moka Only - Chorus]

[Moka Only]
Where would we be in the world,
If we never did our thing?
Please believe me it’s my world,
Everybody hear me sing now,
If you’ve never heard of us I’m sorry you ain’t hip
Here’s another track because we always come equipped
Moka love the ladies and the ladies lovin’ Mok’
Ain’t no need to argue cause we’re just so fuckin’ dope
Naked with the Grain Of Salt or maybe with your drink
Thankin’ Swollen Members cause they keep the party crank
Like dang dicky dicky dang dicky dang dang
Cause we bring it home, put it on, make it this way

[Prevail]
I stay low to the ground so I can keep my balance,
The element of surprise, the advantage of silence
And all you root beer motherfuckers floatin’ around,
I pop your top you must be watered down
No fears of the glowin’ lights of show biz
Young kids, I’ll show you whose show it is
Swollen Members hits hard like Heartbreak Ridge
I put my heart into this, no alternative

[Mad Child]
That’s affirmative, we burn with passion, smashin’
Flashin’ on kids too concerned with fashion
Handlin’ my business, we last longest
My whole congress, strong as King Kong is
Sledgehammer grammar, thunderbolt jolt
Mad Child what you got under your coat?
Adrenaline pump and I’m swingin’ an axe
Swollen Members bring it home while Moka sing on the tracks

[Moka Only - Chorus]

[Moka Only]
And Rob The Viking, always, brings it home
We do it, up where, we belong
And Moka Only, always, brings it home
(Moka always brings it home)
Let’s do it, up and, keep it on.

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Fuel Injected – Swollen Members feat. Moka Only (Miscellaneous)

November 25th, 2006 jrcue No comments

Swollen Members feat. Moka Only

Fuel Injected
take a minute and remember who takes the top
to the critics and the civils your time is up
just admit it everybody knows this crime is up
its hot shiiiit…

[Prevail]
Perfected but not invented
rhymes from the ego driven self centered
entered the fast lane and never gut dented
life in a flash hypes blunts and hash
three of my favourite word has made this
more hits than the majors up from the minors
bust from the top dot cops and sirens
fresh out the shop poppin’ n’ stylin’

[Madchild]
Madchild, wildin’ nonidentical
the cynical is medical condition is critical
unforgettable Swollen Members beautiful
language unsuittable tention n’ onic
Coastal Chronic track got Moka on it
independant with a diffirent perspective
select effective next (scratch sound) on exit
the young and the restless fool fuel innjected

[Moka Only (chorus 2x)]
Swollen Members gunna make us stop
take a minute and remember who takes the top
to the critics and the civils your time is up
just admit it everybody knows this crime is up
its hot shiiiit…

Yall aint got it so dont even think about it
Cuz I’m tough if ya know the top
Swollen Members, Moka Only gunna take the shot
If you think you betcha know you better press for why
you can mop it in your song and repossess your mind
if you front it you can blow or you can testify
someone else was about what it takes to climb
whenever battle axe warriors come out to play
you can bet we gunna do it in a thousand way
and we sweating off the duel we resuscitate
members only rock…shiiit….muthafucka bait….its hot shiiit…

[Prevail]
How many albums bought n sold
triple ghetto gold rocked and rolled
sound….mixed and mastiff
stick with the program, get payed after
TV shows, zeens and magz
positive feedback, jeans still sagged
hands still knocked, Prevails gets props
the same as always rising to the top

[Madchild]
With the sworm of excitement
fighting form we invite critisicm
rhyme shine like prism
spit flames we see in 3D vision
even my people play CD in prison
bad decision, fatal error
get scars from bars and bomb every terror
we own lable never get dropped
now the crew combined and we cant be stopped

[Moka Only (chorus 4x)]
Swollen Members gunna make us stop
take a minute and remember who takes the top
to the critics and the civils your time is up
just admit it everybody knows this crime is up
its hot shiiiit…

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Breath – Swollen Members feat. Nelly Furtado (Miscellaneous)

November 25th, 2006 jrcue No comments

Swollen Members feat. Nelly Furtado

Breath
im alive,
i can feel the blood
rushin thru my veins
an thats all i need to know,
cuz im not lookin for a change.
cuz i got friends and enemies,
but it just dont bother me,
cuz as long as i believe,
i can breath!
[end of chorus]

[prevail]
metamorphis, battleaxe fortress,
four-hundred horsepower
full moon the sorceress
swollen members an my girl, NF
the predators an the terminator
the tribes cold breath
why we hurt em’later
we can do so much damage now,
they”ll truck em
when i hit em
so much garbage around
yells, bells, and whistles
like carnival sounds.
phenominal adrenaline
from the words of my mouth.

[mad child]
how did shayne manage
to rap?
with brain damage im phat
remain famished and stacked
your playin with the
praying mantis,
infact you gigantic,
you sink like titanic
panic attack act up
an im a ?
crash into disaster
smash like master-plaster,
punker,
rangle-monster wants
to stomp ya
crushin cuz im ?
crushin ?
will tomorrow be the same
blood rushin thru my veins?

[chorus]

[nelly furtado]
a noices people i knew had to, thats
we are of this point to do what i did of
so spoint to to weither it be easy enough to do

[moka]
im sharin a mouth
im like a crispy creme
prevayer belt.
with the sync notes
swollen like your lymphnods,
we went from instro to intro to
insto,
coincidentally
messin up your mental state,
we makin ends glow
pacific center ?
me an my kinfolk atttention
nobody can do it like your man mok’
my bands dope!
the tracks all flow
im beautiful
thats for sure!

[prevail]
the harlem of queens,
the decibal kings,
inevetable, we were born to do incredible things,
i let it ? like freedom
swing letters from my jaw
twenty six in the mix
an we do it better than ya’ll

[mad child]
im a neanderthal,
yuor bound ta fall,
im wonderful
we warned ya all
its foreign to y’all
its wonderful the underworld
beautiful minds,
tryin to keep it independant
in recruitable times.

[chorus (x2)]

[moka]
we crashin thru you,
now feel the magnitude
were flashin thru
inside of you
it has to do with how
you do your thing
be true to only you
well moka only
tellin you
is take your soul an
talent to
the next plateau
an balance
who you try to think of times two

[chorus]

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She = Like Meeting Jesus – Swoon Zita

November 25th, 2006 jrcue No comments

Once I was mistaken for a different fool
And I could never tell
If they were wrong or true
Till now
I see the light shining in my home
A better man in me is born
I know now that I can cope the storm

She walks
My room in
I’m on my own
We’re greeting
She talks
I’m heeding
What she has shown
Is truth

The jailman says I’m caught
Between the lies and the races
But the key to the cell he guards
Is in the hand of my saviour

She walks
My room in
My darkest hour
I’m on my own
We’re greeting
Is now a blaze
She talks
I’m heeding
Amazing powers
What she has shown
Is truth
Will now operate

Oh my lord I must admit
I don’t know how to live my life
I’m trapped inside its mystery
I’m tangled up in its delight
The warnings you have given
And the choices that you did provide
Make complicated situations
How can we tell what’s wrong or right?
Can’t you offer some assistance?
Can’t you clue on what to do?
I lost my lust for life
And now I’m slowly loosing faith in you

She walks
My room in
Amazing joy
I’m on my own
We’re greeting
Is in my heart
She talks
I’m heeding
Her love is strong
What she has shown
Is truth
It will never part

The lord says listen boy
Come see the lines on my faces
You’re thinking I’m too old
To see what is going on
But I know your story

(She walks
My room in
Oh what a nice surprise
I’m on my own
We’re greeting
How little effort it takes
She talks
I’m heeding
A really nice surprise
What

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Ragdoll Blues – Swoon Zita

November 25th, 2006 jrcue No comments

Ragdoll blues
I got brand new shoes
I got hotel, motel
But I aint got no place to go

Inside outside
Baby take me down
Spill my name on your secret ground
Bring your friends
Bring em round
Make them hear how their life would sound
With a bad case of ragdoll blues

Pour me coffee
Baby it smells so fine
It brings me back from crying time
I got brandy
I got candy
Im a superstar
Yeah Im stumbling right out of my whiskey bar
With my ragdoll blues

Hey, I know momma
I know Im wrong
And lifes not to waste
And death wont be long
But I got me this picture
Of the precious taboo
And they got me convicted
Yeah, Im crying my blues
Im not being sober
Im not being true
I got hearts
I got cards
I got valentines charts
I got them banging from the streets
up to the sidewalk
They are hanging from a tree
on the junkjard
They are flying to the stars
Driving cool cars
They are stumbling right out of whiskey bars
With my ragdoll blues

Its not your perfume
Its not your style
Its the way you drive me out of my head
You drive me wild
By looking sober
By looking clean
I see you wiggling your ass down
on the cool-dude-scene
Oh I got ragdoll blues
Just another bad case of ragdoll blues.

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