Swollen Members - Full Contact

Bad Dreams / 2001-11-13 1. Intro. 2. Killing Spree 3. Full Contact 4. Take It Back 5. Rpm 6. Bad Dreams 7. Camoflage 8. Poker Face 9. Deep End 10. Anthrax Island 11. Snake Bite 12. Total Package 13. The Reflection 14. Ventilate 15. Burns And Scars 16. Dark Riders 17. Fuel Injected 18. High Road

Full Contact

(chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members
worldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.
Thats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in
and spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.

My life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.
The space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in
your dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on
how I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret
serrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of
paint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the
Sunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and
fused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and
notes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,
plus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.

(chorus)

Silver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.
Madchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks
piranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a
gladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M
rocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.
Battle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you
must have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats
why Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to
rock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones
be gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.

(chorus)

Yo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll
lap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece
rockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's
all up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for
my brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I
controll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than
three leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back
run till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and
crash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the
millions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.

(chorus x2)