[Moka Only] (Chorus)
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Ya'll can do, what ya'll want to do, just don't think
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We're doin' it the way you wanna do.
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Rocking you, just watch how your shit gets blown back.
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I know you wish you could do it too.
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People think that they can do it like Swollen,
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The Members do it like you never knew.
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Getting It, by the grip, that's the way we rollin',
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You better move it when we steppin' through.
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[Mad Child]
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I'm the first thing to burst a verse of Street Stalker,
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Off my rocker, I'm Red Bull and Vodka.
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Provocatively, walking like "You talkin' to me?"
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Branded outlandish, triple decker stress sandwich.
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It's an ambush, turned notepad to canvas,
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Ain't it the art words, painted with pain in my heart.
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New York to L.A., Yonge Street to Robson,
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We get the job done and rob with tracks on.
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[Prevail]
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Live in effect to such, graze the edge of the metal.
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Grace day, game face, first place, the rebel.
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In the cage with the lions, engage with the giants,
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Star September, Red October, Prev the Cobra.
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I coil the sunset, oiled my drums,
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Spit grease out my grill, ya'll I'm Formula One.
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Crack a hole in your helmet, your bucket, your pail.
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Moka, Mad Child, Kemo, Prevail.
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(Chorus)
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[Moka Only]
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You feel me as if I was a part of you,
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If you really doin' what you want to do.
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When you see how Moka Only get it done,
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Swollen Mem, get it up, never sweat it none.
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Jump in the air, hands in the air, put 'em up.
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Girls shake it down, girls shake it down, wind it up.
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Come through your town, come through your town, tear it up.
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Once you get down, y'all staying down. Where's the love?
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[Mad Child]
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Yo, we shocked we made it, Mad Child rocks the greatest.
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When I'm intoxicated, got shit locked. We waited,
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Invaded and stated the fact, the tactics activated.
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Can't hate it, you play the track, and tax infatuate it.
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Fatal attraction, won't stop 'til I'm platinum,
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Bam-Bam gonna flatten 'em, I'm baseball battin' 'em.
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Quick-Draw McGraw, rap assault rifle,
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Go blind when you look into the mind of a psycho.
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[Prevail]
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We're the main attraction, boy, you just a sideshow.
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My bubbletonic glow in the glass, don't try to hide, bro.
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They spin the vinyl from the beat junkie to sonar,
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The curb to the club, heavy hitting like a crowbar.
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No scars, no bruises, no cuts or bumps,
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The signs of a perfection, how did you come up, chump?
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Through the back door? This is a brand new rap war,
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Blow the speaker through the mic stand and brand the dance floor.
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(Chorus x2)
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Steppin Thru
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Swollen Members |