[{"id":37402372,"name":"Full Contact","trackName":"Full Contact","artistName":"Swollen Members","albumName":"My Insturmentals","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Its like that.\nNo doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\nworldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back.\nIts like that.\nThats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\nand spit hard the audience is listenin'.\nIts like that.\nMy life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\nThe space between theres an end to the means.\nMy name on your lips my face in\nyour dreams.\nExtremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\nhow I drive with force.\nPrivate thoughts are revealed through my regal\nserrebral.\nSerimonius masters down with the users of needles.\nThe spitters of\npaint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\nSunshine state.\nWeights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\nfused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\nnotes.\nStep against strength for the stars in my throat.\nReservation for one,\nplus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my man Chali T.\n\n()\n\nSilver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic.\nSwollen dialated and Jurasic.\nMadchild gettin his ass kicked thats a death wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\npiranas and siamese fighting fishes, and wrestle alligators (why) cuz im a\ngladiator, roll deep in seven forty's sports and lincoln navigators.\nS and M\nrocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes our suggestion.\nBattle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\nmust have had too much to drink.\nIts all about length thats long charaty.\nThats\nwhy Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not.\nRock steady crew rep ready to\nrock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but the lights on let bygones\nbe bygones, strength of a python.\nRed Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n()\n\nYo rather then your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\nlap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your dome piece tones peek\nrockin from the cradle till my bones creak known for your microphone.\nNo imposta's\nall up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\nmy brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster.\nI\ncontroll your laughter, a voice more powerful than pastor reppin sweeter than\nthree leaders of shatsa.\nvocal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\nrun till the other verbal use cast ya.\nUnmast disaster gunblast past ya and\ncrash past ya change the miuscule to the masta.\nMinutes till you can grasp the\nmillions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Full Contact\n  artist: Swollen Members\n  album: My Insturmentals\n  duration_ms: 249966\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Its like that.\n  No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\n  worldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back.\n  Its like that.\n  Thats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\n  and spit hard the audience is listenin'.\n  Its like that.\n  My life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\n  The space between theres an end to the means.\n  My name on your lips my face in\n  your dreams.\n  Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\n  how I drive with force.\n  Private thoughts are revealed through my regal\n  serrebral.\n  Serimonius masters down with the users of needles.\n  The spitters of\n  paint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\n  Sunshine state.\n  Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\n  fused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\n  notes.\n  Step against strength for the stars in my throat.\n  Reservation for one,\n  plus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my man Chali T.\n\n  ()\n\n  Silver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic.\n  Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\n  Madchild gettin his ass kicked thats a death wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\n  piranas and siamese fighting fishes, and wrestle alligators (why) cuz im a\n  gladiator, roll deep in seven forty's sports and lincoln navigators.\n  S and M\n  rocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes our suggestion.\n  Battle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\n  must have had too much to drink.\n  Its all about length thats long charaty.\n  Thats\n  why Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not.\n  Rock steady crew rep ready to\n  rock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but the lights on let bygones\n  be bygones, strength of a python.\n  Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n  ()\n\n  Yo rather then your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\n  lap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your dome piece tones peek\n  rockin from the cradle till my bones creak known for your microphone.\n  No imposta's\n  all up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\n  my brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster.\n  I\n  controll your laughter, a voice more powerful than pastor reppin sweeter than\n  three leaders of shatsa.\n  vocal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\n  run till the other verbal use cast ya.\n  Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\n  crash past ya change the miuscule to the masta.\n  Minutes till you can grasp the\n  millions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n"},{"id":21025088,"name":"Full Contact","trackName":"Full Contact","artistName":"Swollen Members","albumName":"Bad Dreams","duration":271.517542,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Its like that.\nNo doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\nworldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back.\nIts like that.\nThats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\nand spit hard the audience is listenin'.\nIts like that.\nMy life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\nThe space between theres an end to the means.\nMy name on your lips my face in\nyour dreams.\nExtremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\nhow I drive with force.\nPrivate thoughts are revealed through my regal\nserrebral.\nSerimonius masters down with the users of needles.\nThe spitters of\npaint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\nSunshine state.\nWeights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\nfused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\nnotes.\nStep against strength for the stars in my throat.\nReservation for one,\nplus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my man Chali T.\n\n()\n\nSilver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic.\nSwollen dialated and Jurasic.\nMadchild gettin his ass kicked thats a death wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\npiranas and siamese fighting fishes, and wrestle alligators (why) cuz im a\ngladiator, roll deep in seven forty's sports and lincoln navigators.\nS and M\nrocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes our suggestion.\nBattle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\nmust have had too much to drink.\nIts all about length thats long charaty.\nThats\nwhy Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not.\nRock steady crew rep ready to\nrock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but the lights on let bygones\nbe bygones, strength of a python.\nRed Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n()\n\nYo rather then your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\nlap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your dome piece tones peek\nrockin from the cradle till my bones creak known for your microphone.\nNo imposta's\nall up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\nmy brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster.\nI\ncontroll your laughter, a voice more powerful than pastor reppin sweeter than\nthree leaders of shatsa.\nvocal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\nrun till the other verbal use cast ya.\nUnmast disaster gunblast past ya and\ncrash past ya change the miuscule to the masta.\nMinutes till you can grasp the\nmillions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Full Contact\n  artist: Swollen Members\n  album: Bad Dreams\n  duration_ms: 271518\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Its like that.\n  No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\n  worldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back.\n  Its like that.\n  Thats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\n  and spit hard the audience is listenin'.\n  Its like that.\n  My life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\n  The space between theres an end to the means.\n  My name on your lips my face in\n  your dreams.\n  Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\n  how I drive with force.\n  Private thoughts are revealed through my regal\n  serrebral.\n  Serimonius masters down with the users of needles.\n  The spitters of\n  paint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\n  Sunshine state.\n  Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\n  fused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\n  notes.\n  Step against strength for the stars in my throat.\n  Reservation for one,\n  plus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my man Chali T.\n\n  ()\n\n  Silver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic.\n  Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\n  Madchild gettin his ass kicked thats a death wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\n  piranas and siamese fighting fishes, and wrestle alligators (why) cuz im a\n  gladiator, roll deep in seven forty's sports and lincoln navigators.\n  S and M\n  rocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes our suggestion.\n  Battle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\n  must have had too much to drink.\n  Its all about length thats long charaty.\n  Thats\n  why Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not.\n  Rock steady crew rep ready to\n  rock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but the lights on let bygones\n  be bygones, strength of a python.\n  Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n  ()\n\n  Yo rather then your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\n  lap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your dome piece tones peek\n  rockin from the cradle till my bones creak known for your microphone.\n  No imposta's\n  all up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\n  my brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster.\n  I\n  controll your laughter, a voice more powerful than pastor reppin sweeter than\n  three leaders of shatsa.\n  vocal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\n  run till the other verbal use cast ya.\n  Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\n  crash past ya change the miuscule to the masta.\n  Minutes till you can grasp the\n  millions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n"},{"id":10100871,"name":"Full Contact","trackName":"Full Contact","artistName":"Swollen Members","albumName":"Bad Dreams","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Its like that.\nNo doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\nworldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back.\nIts like that.\nThats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\nand spit hard the audience is listenin'.\nIts like that.\nMy life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\nThe space between theres an end to the means.\nMy name on your lips my face in\nyour dreams.\nExtremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\nhow I drive with force.\nPrivate thoughts are revealed through my regal\nserrebral.\nSerimonius masters down with the users of needles.\nThe spitters of\npaint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\nSunshine state.\nWeights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\nfused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\nnotes.\nStep against strength for the stars in my throat.\nReservation for one,\nplus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my man Chali T.\n\n()\n\nSilver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic.\nSwollen dialated and Jurasic.\nMadchild gettin his ass kicked thats a death wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\npiranas and siamese fighting fishes, and wrestle alligators (why) cuz im a\ngladiator, roll deep in seven forty's sports and lincoln navigators.\nS and M\nrocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes our suggestion.\nBattle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\nmust have had too much to drink.\nIts all about length thats long charaty.\nThats\nwhy Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not.\nRock steady crew rep ready to\nrock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but the lights on let bygones\nbe bygones, strength of a python.\nRed Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n()\n\nYo rather then your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\nlap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your dome piece tones peek\nrockin from the cradle till my bones creak known for your microphone.\nNo imposta's\nall up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\nmy brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster.\nI\ncontroll your laughter, a voice more powerful than pastor reppin sweeter than\nthree leaders of shatsa.\nvocal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\nrun till the other verbal use cast ya.\nUnmast disaster gunblast past ya and\ncrash past ya change the miuscule to the masta.\nMinutes till you can grasp the\nmillions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Full Contact\n  artist: Swollen Members\n  album: Bad Dreams\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Its like that.\n  No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\n  worldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back.\n  Its like that.\n  Thats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\n  and spit hard the audience is listenin'.\n  Its like that.\n  My life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\n  The space between theres an end to the means.\n  My name on your lips my face in\n  your dreams.\n  Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\n  how I drive with force.\n  Private thoughts are revealed through my regal\n  serrebral.\n  Serimonius masters down with the users of needles.\n  The spitters of\n  paint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\n  Sunshine state.\n  Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\n  fused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\n  notes.\n  Step against strength for the stars in my throat.\n  Reservation for one,\n  plus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my man Chali T.\n\n  ()\n\n  Silver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic.\n  Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\n  Madchild gettin his ass kicked thats a death wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\n  piranas and siamese fighting fishes, and wrestle alligators (why) cuz im a\n  gladiator, roll deep in seven forty's sports and lincoln navigators.\n  S and M\n  rocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes our suggestion.\n  Battle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\n  must have had too much to drink.\n  Its all about length thats long charaty.\n  Thats\n  why Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not.\n  Rock steady crew rep ready to\n  rock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but the lights on let bygones\n  be bygones, strength of a python.\n  Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n  ()\n\n  Yo rather then your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\n  lap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your dome piece tones peek\n  rockin from the cradle till my bones creak known for your microphone.\n  No imposta's\n  all up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\n  my brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster.\n  I\n  controll your laughter, a voice more powerful than pastor reppin sweeter than\n  three leaders of shatsa.\n  vocal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\n  run till the other verbal use cast ya.\n  Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\n  crash past ya change the miuscule to the masta.\n  Minutes till you can grasp the\n  millions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n"},{"id":12333795,"name":"Full Contact","trackName":"Full Contact","artistName":"Swollen Members","albumName":"Bad Dreams Instrumentals","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Its like that.\nNo doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\nworldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back.\nIts like that.\nThats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\nand spit hard the audience is listenin'.\nIts like that.\nMy life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\nThe space between theres an end to the means.\nMy name on your lips my face in\nyour dreams.\nExtremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\nhow I drive with force.\nPrivate thoughts are revealed through my regal\nserrebral.\nSerimonius masters down with the users of needles.\nThe spitters of\npaint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\nSunshine state.\nWeights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\nfused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\nnotes.\nStep against strength for the stars in my throat.\nReservation for one,\nplus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my man Chali T.\n\n()\n\nSilver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic.\nSwollen dialated and Jurasic.\nMadchild gettin his ass kicked thats a death wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\npiranas and siamese fighting fishes, and wrestle alligators (why) cuz im a\ngladiator, roll deep in seven forty's sports and lincoln navigators.\nS and M\nrocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes our suggestion.\nBattle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\nmust have had too much to drink.\nIts all about length thats long charaty.\nThats\nwhy Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not.\nRock steady crew rep ready to\nrock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but the lights on let bygones\nbe bygones, strength of a python.\nRed Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n()\n\nYo rather then your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\nlap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your dome piece tones peek\nrockin from the cradle till my bones creak known for your microphone.\nNo imposta's\nall up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\nmy brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster.\nI\ncontroll your laughter, a voice more powerful than pastor reppin sweeter than\nthree leaders of shatsa.\nvocal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\nrun till the other verbal use cast ya.\nUnmast disaster gunblast past ya and\ncrash past ya change the miuscule to the masta.\nMinutes till you can grasp the\nmillions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Full Contact\n  artist: Swollen Members\n  album: Bad Dreams Instrumentals\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Its like that.\n  No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\n  worldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back.\n  Its like that.\n  Thats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\n  and spit hard the audience is listenin'.\n  Its like that.\n  My life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\n  The space between theres an end to the means.\n  My name on your lips my face in\n  your dreams.\n  Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\n  how I drive with force.\n  Private thoughts are revealed through my regal\n  serrebral.\n  Serimonius masters down with the users of needles.\n  The spitters of\n  paint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\n  Sunshine state.\n  Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\n  fused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\n  notes.\n  Step against strength for the stars in my throat.\n  Reservation for one,\n  plus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my man Chali T.\n\n  ()\n\n  Silver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic.\n  Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\n  Madchild gettin his ass kicked thats a death wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\n  piranas and siamese fighting fishes, and wrestle alligators (why) cuz im a\n  gladiator, roll deep in seven forty's sports and lincoln navigators.\n  S and M\n  rocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes our suggestion.\n  Battle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\n  must have had too much to drink.\n  Its all about length thats long charaty.\n  Thats\n  why Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not.\n  Rock steady crew rep ready to\n  rock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but the lights on let bygones\n  be bygones, strength of a python.\n  Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n  ()\n\n  Yo rather then your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\n  lap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your dome piece tones peek\n  rockin from the cradle till my bones creak known for your microphone.\n  No imposta's\n  all up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\n  my brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster.\n  I\n  controll your laughter, a voice more powerful than pastor reppin sweeter than\n  three leaders of shatsa.\n  vocal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\n  run till the other verbal use cast ya.\n  Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\n  crash past ya change the miuscule to the masta.\n  Minutes till you can grasp the\n  millions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n"},{"id":30114116,"name":"Full Contact","trackName":"Full Contact","artistName":"Swollen Members, Madchild","albumName":"Bad Dreams","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\nworldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\nThats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\nand spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\nMy life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\nThe space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\nyour dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\nhow I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\nserrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\npaint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\nSunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\nfused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\nnotes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\nplus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n(chorus)\n\nSilver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\nMadchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\npiranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\ngladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\nrocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\nBattle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\nmust have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\nwhy Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\nrock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\nbe gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n(chorus)\n\nYo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\nlap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\nrockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\nall up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\nmy brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\ncontroll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\nthree leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\nrun till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\ncrash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\nmillions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n(chorus x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Full Contact\n  artist: Swollen Members, Madchild\n  album: Bad Dreams\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\n  worldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\n  Thats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\n  and spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\n  My life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\n  The space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\n  your dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\n  how I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\n  serrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\n  paint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\n  Sunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\n  fused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\n  notes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\n  plus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Silver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\n  Madchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\n  piranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\n  gladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\n  rocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\n  Battle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\n  must have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\n  why Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\n  rock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\n  be gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Yo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\n  lap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\n  rockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\n  all up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\n  my brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\n  controll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\n  three leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\n  run till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\n  crash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\n  millions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n  (chorus x2)\n"},{"id":26614493,"name":"Full Contact feat. Evidence, C","trackName":"Full Contact feat. Evidence, C","artistName":"Swollen Members","albumName":"Bad Dreams","duration":249.858292,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Its like that.\nNo doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\nworldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back.\nIts like that.\nThats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\nand spit hard the audience is listenin'.\nIts like that.\nMy life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\nThe space between theres an end to the means.\nMy name on your lips my face in\nyour dreams.\nExtremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\nhow I drive with force.\nPrivate thoughts are revealed through my regal\nserrebral.\nSerimonius masters down with the users of needles.\nThe spitters of\npaint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\nSunshine state.\nWeights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\nfused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\nnotes.\nStep against strength for the stars in my throat.\nReservation for one,\nplus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my man Chali T.\n\n()\n\nSilver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic.\nSwollen dialated and Jurasic.\nMadchild gettin his ass kicked thats a death wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\npiranas and siamese fighting fishes, and wrestle alligators (why) cuz im a\ngladiator, roll deep in seven forty's sports and lincoln navigators.\nS and M\nrocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes our suggestion.\nBattle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\nmust have had too much to drink.\nIts all about length thats long charaty.\nThats\nwhy Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not.\nRock steady crew rep ready to\nrock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but the lights on let bygones\nbe bygones, strength of a python.\nRed Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n()\n\nYo rather then your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\nlap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your dome piece tones peek\nrockin from the cradle till my bones creak known for your microphone.\nNo imposta's\nall up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\nmy brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster.\nI\ncontroll your laughter, a voice more powerful than pastor reppin sweeter than\nthree leaders of shatsa.\nvocal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\nrun till the other verbal use cast ya.\nUnmast disaster gunblast past ya and\ncrash past ya change the miuscule to the masta.\nMinutes till you can grasp the\nmillions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Full Contact feat. Evidence, C\n  artist: Swollen Members\n  album: Bad Dreams\n  duration_ms: 249858\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Its like that.\n  No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\n  worldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back.\n  Its like that.\n  Thats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\n  and spit hard the audience is listenin'.\n  Its like that.\n  My life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\n  The space between theres an end to the means.\n  My name on your lips my face in\n  your dreams.\n  Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\n  how I drive with force.\n  Private thoughts are revealed through my regal\n  serrebral.\n  Serimonius masters down with the users of needles.\n  The spitters of\n  paint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\n  Sunshine state.\n  Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\n  fused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\n  notes.\n  Step against strength for the stars in my throat.\n  Reservation for one,\n  plus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my man Chali T.\n\n  ()\n\n  Silver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic.\n  Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\n  Madchild gettin his ass kicked thats a death wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\n  piranas and siamese fighting fishes, and wrestle alligators (why) cuz im a\n  gladiator, roll deep in seven forty's sports and lincoln navigators.\n  S and M\n  rocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes our suggestion.\n  Battle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\n  must have had too much to drink.\n  Its all about length thats long charaty.\n  Thats\n  why Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not.\n  Rock steady crew rep ready to\n  rock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but the lights on let bygones\n  be bygones, strength of a python.\n  Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n  ()\n\n  Yo rather then your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\n  lap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your dome piece tones peek\n  rockin from the cradle till my bones creak known for your microphone.\n  No imposta's\n  all up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\n  my brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster.\n  I\n  controll your laughter, a voice more powerful than pastor reppin sweeter than\n  three leaders of shatsa.\n  vocal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\n  run till the other verbal use cast ya.\n  Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\n  crash past ya change the miuscule to the masta.\n  Minutes till you can grasp the\n  millions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n"},{"id":31944736,"name":"Full Contact (feat Evidence & Chali 2na)","trackName":"Full Contact (feat Evidence & Chali 2na)","artistName":"Swollen Members","albumName":"Bad Dreams","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\nworldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\nThats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\nand spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\nMy life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\nThe space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\nyour dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\nhow I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\nserrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\npaint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\nSunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\nfused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\nnotes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\nplus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n(chorus)\n\nSilver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\nMadchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\npiranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\ngladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\nrocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\nBattle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\nmust have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\nwhy Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\nrock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\nbe gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n(chorus)\n\nYo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\nlap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\nrockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\nall up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\nmy brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\ncontroll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\nthree leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\nrun till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\ncrash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\nmillions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n(chorus x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Full Contact (feat Evidence & Chali 2na)\n  artist: Swollen Members\n  album: Bad Dreams\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\n  worldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\n  Thats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\n  and spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\n  My life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\n  The space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\n  your dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\n  how I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\n  serrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\n  paint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\n  Sunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\n  fused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\n  notes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\n  plus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Silver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\n  Madchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\n  piranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\n  gladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\n  rocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\n  Battle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\n  must have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\n  why Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\n  rock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\n  be gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Yo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\n  lap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\n  rockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\n  all up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\n  my brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\n  controll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\n  three leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\n  run till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\n  crash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\n  millions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n  (chorus x2)\n"},{"id":21200217,"name":"Full Contact (Feat. Evidence & Chali 2Na)","trackName":"Full Contact (Feat. Evidence & Chali 2Na)","artistName":"Swollen Members","albumName":"Bad Dreams","duration":249.826667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\nworldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\nThats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\nand spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\nMy life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\nThe space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\nyour dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\nhow I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\nserrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\npaint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\nSunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\nfused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\nnotes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\nplus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n(chorus)\n\nSilver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\nMadchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\npiranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\ngladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\nrocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\nBattle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\nmust have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\nwhy Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\nrock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\nbe gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n(chorus)\n\nYo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\nlap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\nrockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\nall up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\nmy brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\ncontroll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\nthree leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\nrun till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\ncrash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\nmillions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n(chorus x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Full Contact (Feat. Evidence & Chali 2Na)\n  artist: Swollen Members\n  album: Bad Dreams\n  duration_ms: 249827\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\n  worldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\n  Thats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\n  and spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\n  My life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\n  The space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\n  your dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\n  how I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\n  serrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\n  paint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\n  Sunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\n  fused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\n  notes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\n  plus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Silver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\n  Madchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\n  piranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\n  gladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\n  rocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\n  Battle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\n  must have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\n  why Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\n  rock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\n  be gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Yo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\n  lap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\n  rockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\n  all up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\n  my brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\n  controll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\n  three leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\n  run till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\n  crash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\n  millions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n  (chorus x2)\n"},{"id":18612540,"name":"Full Contact [ft. Evidence & Chali 2Na]","trackName":"Full Contact [ft. Evidence & Chali 2Na]","artistName":"Swollen Members","albumName":"Bad Dreams","duration":249.890525,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\nworldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\nThats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\nand spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\nMy life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\nThe space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\nyour dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\nhow I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\nserrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\npaint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\nSunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\nfused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\nnotes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\nplus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n(chorus)\n\nSilver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\nMadchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\npiranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\ngladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\nrocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\nBattle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\nmust have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\nwhy Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\nrock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\nbe gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n(chorus)\n\nYo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\nlap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\nrockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\nall up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\nmy brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\ncontroll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\nthree leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\nrun till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\ncrash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\nmillions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n(chorus x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Full Contact [ft. Evidence & Chali 2Na]\n  artist: Swollen Members\n  album: Bad Dreams\n  duration_ms: 249891\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\n  worldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\n  Thats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\n  and spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\n  My life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\n  The space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\n  your dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\n  how I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\n  serrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\n  paint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\n  Sunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\n  fused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\n  notes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\n  plus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Silver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\n  Madchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\n  piranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\n  gladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\n  rocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\n  Battle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\n  must have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\n  why Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\n  rock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\n  be gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Yo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\n  lap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\n  rockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\n  all up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\n  my brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\n  controll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\n  three leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\n  run till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\n  crash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\n  millions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n  (chorus x2)\n"},{"id":23000381,"name":"Full Contact Featuring Evidence & Chali 2Na","trackName":"Full Contact Featuring Evidence & Chali 2Na","artistName":"Swollen Members","albumName":"Bad Dreams","duration":249.846712,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\nworldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\nThats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\nand spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\nMy life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\nThe space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\nyour dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\nhow I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\nserrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\npaint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\nSunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\nfused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\nnotes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\nplus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n(chorus)\n\nSilver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\nMadchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\npiranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\ngladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\nrocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\nBattle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\nmust have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\nwhy Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\nrock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\nbe gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n(chorus)\n\nYo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\nlap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\nrockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\nall up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\nmy brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\ncontroll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\nthree leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\nrun till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\ncrash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\nmillions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n(chorus x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Full Contact Featuring Evidence & Chali 2Na\n  artist: Swollen Members\n  album: Bad Dreams\n  duration_ms: 249847\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\n  worldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\n  Thats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\n  and spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\n  My life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\n  The space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\n  your dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\n  how I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\n  serrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\n  paint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\n  Sunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\n  fused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\n  notes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\n  plus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Silver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\n  Madchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\n  piranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\n  gladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\n  rocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\n  Battle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\n  must have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\n  why Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\n  rock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\n  be gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Yo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\n  lap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\n  rockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\n  all up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\n  my brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\n  controll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\n  three leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\n  run till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\n  crash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\n  millions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n  (chorus x2)\n"},{"id":24925075,"name":"Full Contact","trackName":"Full Contact","artistName":"Swollen Members; Chali 2na & Evidence","albumName":"Bad Dreams","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\nworldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\nThats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\nand spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\nMy life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\nThe space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\nyour dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\nhow I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\nserrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\npaint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\nSunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\nfused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\nnotes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\nplus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n(chorus)\n\nSilver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\nMadchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\npiranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\ngladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\nrocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\nBattle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\nmust have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\nwhy Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\nrock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\nbe gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n(chorus)\n\nYo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\nlap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\nrockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\nall up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\nmy brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\ncontroll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\nthree leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\nrun till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\ncrash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\nmillions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n(chorus x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Full Contact\n  artist: Swollen Members; Chali 2na & Evidence\n  album: Bad Dreams\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\n  worldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\n  Thats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\n  and spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\n  My life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\n  The space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\n  your dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\n  how I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\n  serrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\n  paint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\n  Sunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\n  fused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\n  notes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\n  plus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Silver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\n  Madchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\n  piranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\n  gladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\n  rocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\n  Battle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\n  must have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\n  why Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\n  rock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\n  be gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Yo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\n  lap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\n  rockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\n  all up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\n  my brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\n  controll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\n  three leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\n  run till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\n  crash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\n  millions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n  (chorus x2)\n"},{"id":39349513,"name":"Full Contact","trackName":"Full Contact","artistName":"Chali 2Na/Evidence/Swollen Members","albumName":"Bad Dreams","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No doubt, we keep it live\nIt's swollen members worldwide\nThis is full contact\nSpit hard and never look back\nThat's right, we keep it live\nThis is full contact\nYo, time to plug in\nAnd spit hard, the audience is listening\n\nMy life consists of making songs\nI'm quality controlling, balancing on platforms\nThe space between is an end to the means\nMy name on your lips, my face in your dreams\nExtreme's not a term just limited to sports\nIt also derives from how I drive with force\nPrivate thoughts are revealed through my regal cerebral\nCeremonious masters down with the users of needles\nThe spitters of paint, the ones who move on the break\n\nUnified from the Lion's Gate to the Sunshine State\nWeights and measures, curved and straight letters\nAre used and fused together\n\nTo deliver the devastating craving I have for making bars and notes\nStep and get striked from the stars in my throat\nReservation for one, plus a table for three\nEv, Prev and MC and my man Child E. 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Ayo, you musta had too much to drink\n\nIt's all about length, that's longevity\nThat's why I'm gonna keep rapping til I'm seventy\nReady or not, Rock Steady Crew rep, ready to rock\nKnock knock, you're thinking no one's upstairs but the lights on\nLet bygones be bygones, strength of a python\n\nRed dragon plus I rock a circa icon\n\nRattling your collapsed ear, setting traps here\nKicking raps clear, hoping your lap dear, verbal pap smear\nBack to smack fear to your dome piece, tones peak\nRocking from the cradle til my bones creak, known for your microphones\n\nNo imposters, all up in your bumba prosta\nLicking shots for my partners, making it\nHot for brothers who gots what I'm after\nSwollen Member could be your disaster\n\nI control your laughter\nWords more powerful than your pastor\nRapper sweeter than three liters of Shasta\nVocal tones fracture, rhymes blast ya\nThrough your back bruh, to another verbal newscaster clapped ya\nUnmatched disaster, gun blast flash and crash past ya\nChanging the miniscule to the master\nMinutes til you can grasp the millions of metaphors made perhaps\nThe trap and send your herd out to pasture","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.78] No doubt, we keep it live\n[00:05.87] It's swollen members worldwide\n[00:08.12] This is full contact\n[00:09.72] Spit hard and never look back\n[00:12.97] That's right, we keep it live\n[00:17.36] This is full contact\n[00:18.75] Yo, time to plug in\n[00:20.27] And spit hard, the audience is listening\n[00:23.71] My life consists of making songs\n[00:25.96] I'm quality controlling, balancing on platforms\n[00:29.08] The space between is an end to the means\n[00:31.86] My name on your lips, my face in your dreams\n[00:34.35] Extreme's not a term just limited to sports\n[00:37.44] It also derives from how I drive with force\n[00:40.15] Private thoughts are revealed through my regal cerebral\n[00:42.90] Ceremonious masters down with the users of needles\n[00:45.98] The spitters of paint, the ones who move on the break\n[00:48.64] Unified from the Lion's Gate to the Sunshine State\n[00:51.79] Weights and measures, curved and straight letters\n[00:53.83] Are used and fused together\n[00:55.98] To deliver the devastating craving I have for making bars and notes\n[00:59.91] Step and get striked from the stars in my throat\n[01:02.56] Reservation for one, plus a table for three\n[01:05.25] Ev, Prev and MC and my man Child E. 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Ayo, you musta had too much to drink\n\n  It's all about length, that's longevity\n  That's why I'm gonna keep rapping til I'm seventy\n  Ready or not, Rock Steady Crew rep, ready to rock\n  Knock knock, you're thinking no one's upstairs but the lights on\n  Let bygones be bygones, strength of a python\n\n  Red dragon plus I rock a circa icon\n\n  Rattling your collapsed ear, setting traps here\n  Kicking raps clear, hoping your lap dear, verbal pap smear\n  Back to smack fear to your dome piece, tones peak\n  Rocking from the cradle til my bones creak, known for your microphones\n\n  No imposters, all up in your bumba prosta\n  Licking shots for my partners, making it\n  Hot for brothers who gots what I'm after\n  Swollen Member could be your disaster\n\n  I control your laughter\n  Words more powerful than your pastor\n  Rapper sweeter than three liters of Shasta\n  Vocal tones fracture, rhymes blast ya\n  Through your back bruh, to another verbal newscaster clapped ya\n  Unmatched disaster, gun blast flash and crash past ya\n  Changing the miniscule to the master\n  Minutes til you can grasp the millions of metaphors made perhaps\n  The trap and send your herd out to pasture\n"},{"id":39648596,"name":"Full Contact","trackName":"Full Contact","artistName":"Chali 2na Evidence Swollen Members","albumName":"Fish Market","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No doubt, we keep it live\nIt's swollen members worldwide\nThis is full contact\nSpit hard and never look back\nThat's right, we keep it live\nThis is full contact\nYo, time to plug in\nAnd spit hard, the audience is listening\n\nMy life consists of making songs\nI'm quality controlling, balancing on platforms\nThe space between is an end to the means\nMy name on your lips, my face in your dreams\nExtreme's not a term just limited to sports\nIt also derives from how I drive with force\nPrivate thoughts are revealed through my regal cerebral\nCeremonious masters down with the users of needles\nThe spitters of paint, the ones who move on the break\n\nUnified from the Lion's Gate to the Sunshine State\nWeights and measures, curved and straight letters\nAre used and fused together\n\nTo deliver the devastating craving I have for making bars and notes\nStep and get striked from the stars in my throat\nReservation for one, plus a table for three\nEv, Prev and MC and my man Child E. 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Ayo, you musta had too much to drink\n\nIt's all about length, that's longevity\nThat's why I'm gonna keep rapping til I'm seventy\nReady or not, Rock Steady Crew rep, ready to rock\nKnock knock, you're thinking no one's upstairs but the lights on\nLet bygones be bygones, strength of a python\n\nRed dragon plus I rock a circa icon\n\nRattling your collapsed ear, setting traps here\nKicking raps clear, hoping your lap dear, verbal pap smear\nBack to smack fear to your dome piece, tones peak\nRocking from the cradle til my bones creak, known for your microphones\n\nNo imposters, all up in your bumba prosta\nLicking shots for my partners, making it\nHot for brothers who gots what I'm after\nSwollen Member could be your disaster\n\nI control your laughter\nWords more powerful than your pastor\nRapper sweeter than three liters of Shasta\nVocal tones fracture, rhymes blast ya\nThrough your back bruh, to another verbal newscaster clapped ya\nUnmatched disaster, gun blast flash and crash past ya\nChanging the miniscule to the master\nMinutes til you can grasp the millions of metaphors made perhaps\nThe trap and send your herd out to pasture","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.78]No doubt, we keep it live\n[00:05.87]It's swollen members worldwide\n[00:08.12]This is full contact\n[00:09.72]Spit hard and never look back\n[00:12.97]That's right, we keep it live\n[00:17.36]This is full contact\n[00:18.75]Yo, time to plug in\n[00:20.27]And spit hard, the audience is listening\n[00:23.71]My life consists of making songs\n[00:25.96]I'm quality controlling, balancing on platforms\n[00:29.08]The space between is an end to the means\n[00:31.86]My name on your lips, my face in your dreams\n[00:34.35]Extreme's not a term just limited to sports\n[00:37.44]It also derives from how I drive with force\n[00:40.15]Private thoughts are revealed through my regal cerebral\n[00:42.90]Ceremonious masters down with the users of needles\n[00:45.98]The spitters of paint, the ones who move on the break\n[00:48.64]Unified from the Lion's Gate to the Sunshine State\n[00:51.79]Weights and measures, curved and straight letters\n[00:53.83]Are used and fused together\n[00:55.98]To deliver the devastating craving I have for making bars and notes\n[00:59.91]Step and get striked from the stars in my throat\n[01:02.56]Reservation for one, plus a table for three\n[01:05.25]Ev, Prev and MC and my man Child E. 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Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\nFused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\nNotes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\nPlus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n(Chorus)\n\nSilver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\nMadchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\nPiranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\nGladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\nRocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\nBattle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\nMust have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\nWhy Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\nRock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\nBe gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n(Chorus)\n\nYo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\nLap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\nRockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\nAll up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\nMy brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\nControll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\nThree leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\nRun till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\nCrash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\nMillions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n(Chorus x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Full Contact\n  artist: Swollen Members feat. Evidence & Chali 2na\n  album: Bad Dreams\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\n  Worldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\n  Thats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\n  And spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\n  My life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\n  The space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\n  Your dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\n  How I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\n  Serrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\n  Paint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\n  Sunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\n  Fused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\n  Notes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\n  Plus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  Silver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\n  Madchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\n  Piranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\n  Gladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\n  Rocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\n  Battle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\n  Must have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\n  Why Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\n  Rock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\n  Be gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  Yo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\n  Lap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\n  Rockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\n  All up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\n  My brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\n  Controll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\n  Three leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\n  Run till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\n  Crash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\n  Millions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n  (Chorus x2)\n"},{"id":9954152,"name":"Full Contact","trackName":"Full Contact","artistName":"Swollen Members feat. Chali 2na & Evidence","albumName":"Bad Dreams","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\nworldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\nThats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\nand spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\nMy life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\nThe space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\nyour dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\nhow I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\nserrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\npaint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\nSunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\nfused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\nnotes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\nplus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n(chorus)\n\nSilver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\nMadchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\npiranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\ngladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\nrocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\nBattle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\nmust have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\nwhy Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\nrock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\nbe gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n(chorus)\n\nYo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\nlap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\nrockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\nall up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\nmy brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\ncontroll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\nthree leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\nrun till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\ncrash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\nmillions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n(chorus x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Full Contact\n  artist: Swollen Members feat. Chali 2na & Evidence\n  album: Bad Dreams\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\n  worldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\n  Thats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\n  and spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\n  My life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\n  The space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\n  your dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\n  how I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\n  serrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\n  paint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\n  Sunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\n  fused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\n  notes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\n  plus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Silver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\n  Madchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\n  piranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\n  gladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\n  rocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\n  Battle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\n  must have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\n  why Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\n  rock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\n  be gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Yo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\n  lap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\n  rockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\n  all up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\n  my brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\n  controll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\n  three leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\n  run till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\n  crash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\n  millions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n  (chorus x2)\n"},{"id":33660094,"name":"Full Contact","trackName":"Full Contact","artistName":"Swollen Members feat. Chali 2na & Evidence","albumName":"Bad Dreams","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\nworldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\nThats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\nand spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\nMy life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\nThe space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\nyour dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\nhow I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\nserrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\npaint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\nSunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\nfused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\nnotes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\nplus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n(chorus)\n\nSilver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\nMadchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\npiranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\ngladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\nrocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\nBattle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\nmust have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\nwhy Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\nrock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\nbe gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n(chorus)\n\nYo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\nlap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\nrockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\nall up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\nmy brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\ncontroll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\nthree leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\nrun till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\ncrash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\nmillions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n(chorus x2)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Full Contact\n  artist: Swollen Members feat. Chali 2na & Evidence\n  album: Bad Dreams\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (chorus) Its like that. No doubt we keep it live 24-7 365 and Swollen Members\n  worldwide, this is full contact spit hard and never look back. Its like that.\n  Thats right we keep it live, 24-7 365, this is full contact yo time to plug in\n  and spit hard the audience is listenin'. Its like that.\n\n  My life consists of makin songs on quality controlling balancing on platforms.\n  The space between theres an end to the means. My name on your lips my face in\n  your dreams. Extremes, not a term just limmited to sports it also derives on\n  how I drive with force. Private thoughts are revealed through my secret\n  serrebral. Serimonius masters down with the users of needles. The spitters of\n  paint, the ones who move on the brake unified from the Lions gate to the\n  Sunshine state. Weights and measures curved and straight letters are used and\n  fused together to deliver the devistating craving I have for making bars and\n  notes. Step against strength for the stars in my throat. Reservation for one,\n  plus a table for three, Ev, Prev, and MC and my Mad Child Mt.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Silver surfer, spiderman, mister fantastic. Swollen dialated and Jurasic.\n  Madchild gettin his ass kicked thats a dead wish im vicious, I swim with sharks\n  piranas and siamese fighting fishes, and restle alligators (why) cuz im a\n  gladiator, roll deep in seven for these sports and lickin navigators. S and M\n  rocks the spot no question your so wacked even your yes makes my suggestion.\n  Battle axe warrior kid, what the fuck you think, step up to my crew eh yo you\n  must have had too much to drink. Its all about length thats long jepordy. Thats\n  why Im gonna keep rappin till im 70 ready or not. Rock steady crew rep ready to\n  rock, knock knock your thinkin no ones upstairs but hte lights on let bygones\n  be gygones, strength of a python. Red Dragon plus a rocket circa icon.\n\n  (chorus)\n\n  Yo revelin your colapse ear settin traps here kickin raps clear hopin you'll\n  lap dear verbal paps smear back to smack fear till your thone piece tone piece\n  rockin from the cradle till my bones creak no friggin microphone. No imposta's\n  all up in your bumpa prosta lickin shots from my partners makin the heart for\n  my brothers who got what im after, swollen members will be your disaster. I\n  controll your laughter, a voice more powerful than past to reppin sweeter than\n  three leaders of shatsa. Opal tones fracter, rythmes blast ya through your back\n  run till the other verbal use cast ya. Unmast disaster gunblast past ya and\n  crash past ya change the miuscule to the masta. Minutes till you can grasp the\n  millions of medicles made perhaps to trap its in your heard out the pasture.\n\n  (chorus x2)\n"}]