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Total Package

Swollen Members

Bad Dreams

2001

hands that wave 
Double edged-sharp 
Take part and start the flow of the colour red 
Old man Prev, an omen, a legend 
Beats are produced by my

degree, I could flip your Vee
I call my stick Moses
I split your waves in half
Like he split the sea

Niggas don't want smoke, trust me
It's all talk

fell apart
How the person I loved got killed by a bad disease
Out of nowhere for no reason and me living in the blast zone
With our daughter

screens but it's still out of focus
Sure we know it's just show biz, but it still seems to surprise us
When they hook us by the mouth and pull us up

better in they pajama pants
I used to try to tap like Gregory Hines
"Lean On Me" word for word, I knew every line
My moms blast that Anita Baker
No wonder

make you mine
Lost inside of your eyes thinking I might lose my mind
Want you by my side but I’m too scared to try
I really wanna say hi but you know I’m

over the ground its not a beach stop
Slave a whole lot progress very little
But save every nickel
Repel every fickle
Ride no wave or ripples
Click clack

Sumptuous scene in the melting of the life traces
Blast waves frantically pulverizes all the structures
Aesthetic massacre releases the pleasant fragrance

Lvl up
Lvl up
Lvl up
Lvl up
Lvl up
Lvl up
LvL up
Lvl up

I'm bout to level up 

Walking by faith, shut the devil up yea
I'm bout to level up 
Walk-in

success is this
Sucked in the smoke sound waves what he spits
Beats bang with the bass bomb lines on the kick
No fear clear the air persistent flows hit

I’m just working overtime
The weeks keep slipping by
Circling blocks just on my grind
I shall not fall ; I do get mine

I’m making noise and starting

fallon,
I get the lean by the gallon,
Bitch I’m a pit I be howling,
My niggas solid as mountains aye,
Babygirl keep it a thousand aye,
Kicking it calling

like white hair
I'm nice yea Smoovest inna DMV nigga
Start ya day by playing eighteen on ya TV screen nigga
Ain't no rapper that can last upon a beat

Altar of Storms
By Lucas Rohr

Storm filled dark horizons
Foretold by ancient tale
The serpent of the sea arises

Colossal storm destruction
Gigantic

BLAST BROUGHT TO YOU BY STONEHOUSE RECORDS

you've been fuck nigga free you acting bad
I don't spin no blocks or fuck no bitches from my past
Girl we can slide, won't put no shorty on blast
And I

To those who sit at home and have tuned to this broadcast
Or are hearing the files from the past
Cause those in control blast it through public

It's a murky road that I'm crossin'
I'm exhausted by the amount of time that I've clocked in,
But I'm locked in
I'm reloaded, I'm pushing forward
Can't

niggas
My head I'm holding high
There's no relying when you the lion
I could tell he lying by the way he can't eye me
Fake love can't stand by me
Your

the cat, and
Soon I'll attack,  clock, ticked its last tack, shoot the
Rules in half, think and I get moving stat
It's a Houston blast, tune the dials up,

Alone in a void
Speckled by diamonds and toys
Broken up by lazy astroids
They wave as they pass by the boy
It's cold up here
I can't even feel my own

spaces
Had enough with crooked smiles
Let me fit you with some braces
Hands up high and wave them like you don’t care
Stop acting innocent and try to be

and then repeat this track
But, in the past, I used to smack dudes by the way they'd act 
But, food I never jacked--that reminds me, I could use a snack

let's have a blast
More ferocious than Jaws
More demonic than Djall
You gon fall in this brawl
Bitch I'm swinging in raw
Bring the living blade
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