Songtext zu ' Swimteam Rastas ' von Step Brothers

Yo, could it be I stayed away too long?
Lighting up to Cypress Hill, I was the side of the bong
Catching arthritis, my pen was the heaviest
Bars trapped in a cell, run on sentences
Cleanse my readiness, my pencil is deep
I might erase every beat until it sends me to sleep
Send for the heat without relational guns
Send for weed drinking Jamaican rum
I only run between the moon and New York City
With a crew that get busy like Bizzie be winning
In the night, still pitching like I’m in the first inning
Curve spinning, these curtains, I swerve in it
Disturbing images, I cover the scent
Another visual I mask and still never repent
Event the tide from the pull of the moon
From where I currently reside where it's currently June
I kinda worry how my currency views
Kind of murder, don’t mind if I do

My grandma and your grandma sitting by the fire
My grandma told your grandma: I'm gonna set your will on fire
Talking 'bout hey now

Cake is duffel, the biscuits buttered
Plates are covered, the steak is smothered
Monetary notes, golden ropes, hoes on boats
That’s why every step I take is brothered (Step)
I fly off the handle to create my supper
Cause an OG told me a closed mouth doesn’t get fed
Push the level over the red
Pushes under my blankets they know the spread
Like butter and jelly over the bread
I’m on my Alchenstein (Toot-Toot!)
Runaway train blowing his steam from out them things
That resemble a stove top kettle, hot metal
On schedule I bust your bumbaclot ras don't sekkle
Like the chamber make my vocals echo...

From the moment that the ladies screamed me at the cheering
From the tone of the rain, seemed so appealing
Did not invent the money printed but I’m getting it
Did not invent the wheel but motherfuckas spinning it
I’m not the paranoid searching for my calling, yo
Straight out the barrio one baritone of audio
I carry on listen I carry on tradition
I take a toothbrush to old kicks and pairs'll glisten
So fuck this place and a staircase to sit in
In a city where you need a flashy car just to fit in
I never tried to make it I was only trying living
They claimed to know math but motherfuckers never divied…
Up sick of giving I got nothing to show
But ain't sick of being sick with it it’s the sickest you know

I don’t communicate with conversation
I stay up late nights in the basement
Charge extra for installation
Chop up loop like little bits of bacon
While I operate on a patient
Laboratory coats is what I’m draped in
More than the money notes my music is my motivation
Uh, burn nicotine blow out Listerine
Lincoln to Michigan live from The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf
Your pitching is off, bring in the relief
Too many Indians that want to be chief
I’m confident with my spot nobody can oust me
As a youth my parents figured out they couldn't house me
Some even made me try to play the sideline and couch me
Now they stand at attention every time they announce me
Success is my revenge
You throwing pebbles in the wind
I send messengers with a pen
Wrote medicine with a blend

Caps are what I never type
Bought when I’m stepping out, stack till I get it right
Red state, blue state, politics bang
The day is new, same shit, different game
Been running in to tunnel vision
Maybe it’s the night, so I’m waiting till the sun is risen
Some forgive, some forget, the summer debt
The summer time some will regret
Some of the bets win more than it's less
I keep pressing till the vinyl breaks
Vital mistakes are at a viral rate
The eyes had it till they expand or dilate
I’m on the fire escape off the highest of flames
Debating science, hearing sirens and things
I start my movement, view to the stars and start grooving
Pointing tools at Mars, licking shots from my union
I catch the plot when I clue in
I caught a permanent and never been removed since
Bitch, bitch, bitch…

Oh My Council!
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