Front Street Lyrics
| Song | Front Street |
| Artist | Swollen Members |
| Album | Balance |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Prevail | |
| The induction of | |
| Paris green leaves | |
| What you see with no seams or so it seems | |
| And as it stands it seems that | |
| I never land | |
| I sight by laser beam float inches above the sand | |
| Birds prey exit larger than the point of entry | |
| The son to father colossal no mathematical gentry | |
| They sent me without weaponry forced to forge my own | |
| Infiltrate fortune five watch them clone their own | |
| I've been blown out of proportion or so it's been discussed | |
| I blow out physical portions and walk from settled dust | |
| Bring fear to your factory watch your edge crush | |
| Attendance to his session breaks parameters set | |
| Until the audience agrees the medics should be sent [Mad Child] | |
| I'm a bad man baseball battin' your brains like | |
| Bam-Bam Ask me if | |
| I give a damn | |
| Never that | |
| I'm putting mc's on front street | |
| My techniques complete when | |
| I compete | |
| I'm knocking this one straight out the box so take a seat | |
| Getting rich | |
| I focus on strength and never switch | |
| Plus I'm throwing lyrical flames here's the pitch | |
| You could end up in a ditch that's already been dug | |
| I came up with crazy kids plus got love from thugs | |
| I'm pulling your plug flat line when you attack mine | |
| I'm up front when most kids they play the backline | |
| Life is real you know how | |
| I feel Even when just taking a walk | |
| I got a weapon concealed | |
| For protection you can't get with this connection | |
| With no direction | |
| I'm free form flexin' | |
| Watch your back | |
| I do my thing without a question [Prevail] | |
| Now that I'm fully assembled | |
| I'm not likely to be resembled | |
| Be humbled instead of pummeled by the hands that supply | |
| The slugs to load runners | |
| I prevail wonder he the heavy gunner | |
| Dropping from cloud cover | |
| Some who write blood letters are truly bad men it's in my best interest to keep them on the other end | |
| Align the hands of the clock at ten to ten | |
| Study in depth the jagged walk of prevail as wind [Mad Child] | |
| My sentiments exactly watch me react | |
| You better take a step back or that head will get cracked | |
| Wide open now it's | |
| Mad Child your scoping | |
| I'm hoping to make a couple of mill | |
| Cause once | |
| I flip it's rest in peace | |
| I kill I feast at will, a beast that's been branded | |
| I fire at random and you can't stand it | |
| Cause once | |
| I start swinging these fists | |
| I'm heavy handed [chorus] yo we throwing heat puttin' mc's on front street turn the volume up a notch we pump beats for throwing heat putting mc's on front street you try to front and get your head lumped from jump street |
| zuo ci : Prevail | |
| The induction of | |
| Paris green leaves | |
| What you see with no seams or so it seems | |
| And as it stands it seems that | |
| I never land | |
| I sight by laser beam float inches above the sand | |
| Birds prey exit larger than the point of entry | |
| The son to father colossal no mathematical gentry | |
| They sent me without weaponry forced to forge my own | |
| Infiltrate fortune five watch them clone their own | |
| I' ve been blown out of proportion or so it' s been discussed | |
| I blow out physical portions and walk from settled dust | |
| Bring fear to your factory watch your edge crush | |
| Attendance to his session breaks parameters set | |
| Until the audience agrees the medics should be sent Mad Child | |
| I' m a bad man baseball battin' your brains like | |
| BamBam Ask me if | |
| I give a damn | |
| Never that | |
| I' m putting mc' s on front street | |
| My techniques complete when | |
| I compete | |
| I' m knocking this one straight out the box so take a seat | |
| Getting rich | |
| I focus on strength and never switch | |
| Plus I' m throwing lyrical flames here' s the pitch | |
| You could end up in a ditch that' s already been dug | |
| I came up with crazy kids plus got love from thugs | |
| I' m pulling your plug flat line when you attack mine | |
| I' m up front when most kids they play the backline | |
| Life is real you know how | |
| I feel Even when just taking a walk | |
| I got a weapon concealed | |
| For protection you can' t get with this connection | |
| With no direction | |
| I' m free form flexin' | |
| Watch your back | |
| I do my thing without a question Prevail | |
| Now that I' m fully assembled | |
| I' m not likely to be resembled | |
| Be humbled instead of pummeled by the hands that supply | |
| The slugs to load runners | |
| I prevail wonder he the heavy gunner | |
| Dropping from cloud cover | |
| Some who write blood letters are truly bad men it' s in my best interest to keep them on the other end | |
| Align the hands of the clock at ten to ten | |
| Study in depth the jagged walk of prevail as wind Mad Child | |
| My sentiments exactly watch me react | |
| You better take a step back or that head will get cracked | |
| Wide open now it' s | |
| Mad Child your scoping | |
| I' m hoping to make a couple of mill | |
| Cause once | |
| I flip it' s rest in peace | |
| I kill I feast at will, a beast that' s been branded | |
| I fire at random and you can' t stand it | |
| Cause once | |
| I start swinging these fists | |
| I' m heavy handed chorus yo we throwing heat puttin' mc' s on front street turn the volume up a notch we pump beats for throwing heat putting mc' s on front street you try to front and get your head lumped from jump street |
| zuò cí : Prevail | |
| The induction of | |
| Paris green leaves | |
| What you see with no seams or so it seems | |
| And as it stands it seems that | |
| I never land | |
| I sight by laser beam float inches above the sand | |
| Birds prey exit larger than the point of entry | |
| The son to father colossal no mathematical gentry | |
| They sent me without weaponry forced to forge my own | |
| Infiltrate fortune five watch them clone their own | |
| I' ve been blown out of proportion or so it' s been discussed | |
| I blow out physical portions and walk from settled dust | |
| Bring fear to your factory watch your edge crush | |
| Attendance to his session breaks parameters set | |
| Until the audience agrees the medics should be sent Mad Child | |
| I' m a bad man baseball battin' your brains like | |
| BamBam Ask me if | |
| I give a damn | |
| Never that | |
| I' m putting mc' s on front street | |
| My techniques complete when | |
| I compete | |
| I' m knocking this one straight out the box so take a seat | |
| Getting rich | |
| I focus on strength and never switch | |
| Plus I' m throwing lyrical flames here' s the pitch | |
| You could end up in a ditch that' s already been dug | |
| I came up with crazy kids plus got love from thugs | |
| I' m pulling your plug flat line when you attack mine | |
| I' m up front when most kids they play the backline | |
| Life is real you know how | |
| I feel Even when just taking a walk | |
| I got a weapon concealed | |
| For protection you can' t get with this connection | |
| With no direction | |
| I' m free form flexin' | |
| Watch your back | |
| I do my thing without a question Prevail | |
| Now that I' m fully assembled | |
| I' m not likely to be resembled | |
| Be humbled instead of pummeled by the hands that supply | |
| The slugs to load runners | |
| I prevail wonder he the heavy gunner | |
| Dropping from cloud cover | |
| Some who write blood letters are truly bad men it' s in my best interest to keep them on the other end | |
| Align the hands of the clock at ten to ten | |
| Study in depth the jagged walk of prevail as wind Mad Child | |
| My sentiments exactly watch me react | |
| You better take a step back or that head will get cracked | |
| Wide open now it' s | |
| Mad Child your scoping | |
| I' m hoping to make a couple of mill | |
| Cause once | |
| I flip it' s rest in peace | |
| I kill I feast at will, a beast that' s been branded | |
| I fire at random and you can' t stand it | |
| Cause once | |
| I start swinging these fists | |
| I' m heavy handed chorus yo we throwing heat puttin' mc' s on front street turn the volume up a notch we pump beats for throwing heat putting mc' s on front street you try to front and get your head lumped from jump street |
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