Swollen Members - Execution Lyrics
First Verse [Krondon of Strong Arm Steady]Recognize realize and visualizeThis miracle mind which is mineSon of a chainsmoker and crack pusherMy family ties lines of cane cookersFrom the slums to the streets, the suites of South BeachThe belt’s not far in my reach, rather uniqueYeah my physique comes naturally, and actuallyHad a way with words since ’83Maybe it’s me, or maybe it’s the surgery performed when I speak over beatsIt’s a emergency, yeah the young boy got his head bustNowadays the gun talk, ***** going head-upI get fed up and furiousBut get relief from relief I receive from the Jewish chickShe stupid rich, buy me boucoup giftsLike matzah bread, on some bar mitzvah shitI admit the gang mentality I representServes as a reality check for the intelligentSome real nigga shit, come follow itSecond Verse [Phil da Agony of Strong Arm Steady]Living in a mansion flossed outChillin at the boss houseDont ***** around and get tossed outLike Jazzy Jeff outta Fresh houseNiggas wanna press play, hey we the best outNiggas always leave the west outActin like I can’t buy a house out in down southOr somewhere on the east coastGet a grill smile on my mouth like cheese toastWho the ***** gon’ beast mostSet it up like oscar de la hoya out in East Slopes (?)Or somewhere on the west sideWhere the best born, best die, BedstuyBrooklyn, Canada back to the USABlack hats like NWABlack gats bringing trouble your wayYou know the strong arm steady don’t playI shift crack like pounds of the yaySmoke weed like I’m from the bayStill the most dangerous group coming outta CAIt’s the strong arm steadyBattle Axe Records y’all, y’all not ready, let’s goThird Verse [Mad Child of Swollen Members]We ride like violent horsesI leave a pile of corpsesWarlock inside my fortressI lost a *****ing fortuneYeah, visionary verse developerCelebrate? I get enough pills to kill a elephantAnd that’s relevantI’m hiding in a dark tentPyromaniacs tongue-kissing on a park benchUtterly I mutter manslaughter with the meat cleaverPlease believe it I breathe heat with deep reverbDogtown, Z Boys, Rocksteady b-boysRedline Levis, plans being revisedQuite tired, I bite tires, a white liarA drive-byer with five priors, a livewireEy, I am some kinda hybridDopest rapper out, but I’m white like rye breadI’ll get a mohawk, go hard like Clubber LangYou in trouble mang, like a vampire with rubber fangsIt’s time to get some retributionForget a *****ing trial we go straight to executionFourth Verse [Opio of Hieroglyphics/Souls of Mischief]Yeah, like you was gambling with the chief head honchoNot Gandolfini or TontoWe rock like Weather Report at the MontreaxCasino Jazz Festival caught in different time zonesWe know like conventional thought, the triple line thoughThey infinitesimaly small next to HieroAdam to a ant, a wooden match to a canon that I hadWhen they ran into my pad. Grabbed it from my dadHe said “Respect the power that it wieldsCause a coward will reveal hisselfStrength and character should supersede wealthAnd keep your mind clear, you won’t squeal for help.â€I’m out for delph preservationThe elder statesmanCracking all chastity belts with innovation***** ‘em deep, non-virginalTerminally ill, personally kill micsBust the verbal voodoo hexMurdering sets like the ColonelFlew out the cuckoo’s nest with two new TeksCheck-nine-milli, I’m really bout my scrilliI’m droppin these club bombs til they give me mine, whatFifth Verse [A-Plus of Swollen Members & Hieroglyphics]It go, Me broke in this economy? Hell noEven the recession ain’t affecting them elbowsSo we sell those. People be cheefing when they struggleI’m a beast when I hustle but I keep it on the humbleTry to lay a finger on me, your people are in troubleI got Usalama(?), my peeps’ll be there on the doubleBipolar so I could flip it any timeAnd I don’t waste time spending my chips on any dime, I’mFrom Oakland, it’s cold there, maybe you known, playerBaby could leave at any moment and I won’t hate ‘erI’m warm though, and I won’t scorn thoseI know she’s coming back like ’70s pornosSo I tag graffiti on her lower back tatKick back, relax up at the cul de sac flatThese rappers is eunuchs, they acting, they cooning (?)My reaction after I slap ‘em, they ruined, had to do it, yeah yeah…
