Bottle Rocket

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Swollen Members is a 4-time Juno Award winning platinum-selling Canadian hip hop group from Vancouver, British Columbia, consisting mainly of the duo Mad Child, and Prevail. Frequent collaborators include vocalist Moka Only (who was actually a member of the group for a short period of time in the mid 1990s when the group was formed, and then again from 2002–2005) and producer Rob the Viking, an official group member since 2002. Swollen Members has released five studio albums, one greatest hits album and 2 compilations, as well as numerous other singles. more »


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Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons 
Feel the lyric tear gas even on clean versions 
No profanic goddammit hard like granite to the utmost 
I'm butter on rye, always high but play the low post 
I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad elastic 
I'm dope on plastic like Flex, and always keep it, classic
Expressions in the facial, I'm on rachel from Caribbean rhythms 
I hit 'em wit' a battered flow pattern then circle Saturn twice
I'm nice on ice The line slice your dome and separate rhymes from poems
My life, ain't tryin to see no Grammy or Oscar 
Best believe the styles will rub off like pastas
On people, yo check Dilated, Evidence 
The influential rock rhymes in sequential format 
You see the doormat if you acting dis-accordingly 
Something to the effect of Fat Boys in Disorderly's

I'll take you from He-Man to She-Ra 
Battle Cat to Cringer 
Medieval messenger, west coast avenger 
Take you to the street, battle me that's a fuckin' sin 
Go one round wit Madchild, you'll be suckin' wind 
Snappin' handcuffs just from deep concentration 
Then I broke out the bus, the mental hospital patient
On the weekend pass, but I still come sick 
Psychopathic, you're dealin' with a deranged lunatic 
Soon to kick ya teeth in and then go berserk 
Even Van Gogh looked at me, 
And said "You're one piece of work" 
So I said "Lend me an ear" 'cause I'm the state of the art 
First I'll feast on your brain and rip your body apart 
There's a part of your heart stuck in between my fangs 
Wrap a rope 'round your neck and you still couldn't hang 
'cause you're way off track you need realignment 
Murdering masterpieces in solitary confinement

I keep your backside open like the English Channel 
I rock the sure shot, I keep it hot like flannel 
I'll survey your panel, put my foot up in your anal 
You think it can't happen, kid 'cause I'm rappin'
Ain't no gun clappin', cut the jaw-jackin '
Let the joints get shot and see who wear this knot 
Then kick off your shoes jump off my jock
And check the new style Whitey Ford's prone to rock 
'cause once upon a time, not long ago
Before hip hop was made for the radio 
An MC show had to cold rock the masses 
Used to wear a Kangol wit the clear Gazel glasses 
So bang bang boogey, up jump the party 
Someone clapped off, and scattered everybody 
Drunk off Bacardi, high off the trauma 
It's death from above, the livest dive bomber 
In the squadron
I break formation 
I get New York love like my name's King Sun 
I T La Rock Bells till they break the dawn 
Steady puffin L's, I fight hell like Spawn 
My moves are animated, my crew's reinstated 
While you cats suspensions are up in my dimensions 
We can ease tensions or we can get rowdy 
So I'm a keep it on the love and do my duty like Howdie 

Direct your short term plan, rigidalize rhyme boards wit the hoards
I'm Satan dynasty killer reveal the cause wit the sling on down 
Venom spit regurgitate death scripts I sound 
Cylinder never python, Prevail Madchild 
Physical justice can't rush this for now 
Move faker the game time set back so don't sweat that 
God don't test that, too much infinite to get at 
Face the fields Swollen Members got the iller drills 
And if you wit the rhyme steel 
Bust the revealings in my feelings of these dealings 
I went to represent shield 
I build three phases of death,
The illusion is the sweat that you reflect 
When you feel the veil Divine Styles circum navigate nine circles of hell 
You keep on you don't stop 'cause a nigga never stay still 
Whatta whattta whatta whatta whattta what I'm sayin is-is that 
You-you ain't ready for that chill

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Written by: Shirley Elliston, Ian Parton, Nkechi Ka

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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