Steppin Thru lyrics

Song information

Artist: Swollen Members
Album: Heavy

Lyrics

[Moka only] (chorus)
Ya'll can do, what ya'll want to do, just don't think
We're doin' it the way you wanna do
Rocking you, just watch how your shit gets blown back
I know you wish you could do it too
People think that they can do it like swollen
The members do it like you never knew
Getting it, by the grip, that's the way we rollin'
You better move it when we steppin' through

[Mad child]
I'm the first thing to burst a verse of street stalker
Off my rocker, I'm red bull and vodka
Provocatively, walking like "you talkin' to me?"
Branded outlandish, triple decker stress sandwich
It's an ambush, turned notepad to canvas
Ain't it the art words, painted with pain in my heart
New york to l.a., yonge street to robson
We get the job done and rob with tracks on

[Prevail]
Live in effect to such, graze the edge of the metal
Grace day, game face, first place, the rebel
In the cage with the lions, engage with the giants
Star september, red october, prev the cobra
I coil the sunset, oiled my drums
Spit grease out my grill, ya'll I'm formula one
Crack a hole in your helmet, your bucket, your pail
Moka, mad child, kemo, prevail

(Chorus)

[Moka only]
You feel me as if I was a part of you
If you really doin' what you want to do
When you see how moka only get it done
Swollen mem, get it up, never sweat it none
Jump in the air, hands in the air, put 'em up
Girls shake it down, girls shake it down, wind it up
Come through your town, come through your town, tear it up
Once you get down, y'all staying down. where's the love?

[Mad child]
Yo, we shocked we made it, mad child rocks the greatest
When I'm intoxicated, got shit locked. we waited
Invaded and stated the fact, the tactics activated
Can't hate it, you play the track, and tax infatuate it
Fatal attraction, won't stop 'til I'm platinum
Bam-bam gonna flatten 'em, I'm baseball battin' 'em
Quick-draw mcgraw, rap assault rifle
Go blind when you look into the mind of a psycho

[Prevail]
We're the main attraction, boy, you just a sideshow
My bubbletonic glow in the glass, don't try to hide, bro
They spin the vinyl from the beat junkie to sonar
The curb to the club, heavy hitting like a crowbar
No scars, no bruises, no cuts or bumps
The signs of a perfection, how did you come up, chump?
Through the back door? this is a brand new rap war
Blow the speaker through the mic stand and brand the dance floor

(Chorus x2)

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"Heavy" album track list