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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Show Me the Body
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Cashwan Pratt
Composer
Harlan Steed
Composer
Noah Cohen-Corbett
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gabriel Millman
Producer
Lyrics
Two, three
Tech inside of me
The only thing I can’t see
Tight SWAT going digital
And I don’t see faces
It makes me burn, it makes me bleed
I feel it in the bone, tech next to the marrow
Shit I never asked for
But it’s shit I’m down to scrap for
Tight SWAT, shit I’m down to scrap for
Real talk, tight SWAT
Cameras ain’t on the outside
They on the inside
Cameras ain’t on the outside
They on the inside
Who do I fight for? Me
These pigs around me
I think about my city when I think about hell
You could fuck in a city, die in a cell
It makes me burn, it makes me bleed
I feel it in the bone, tech next to the marrow
Shit I never asked for
But it’s shit I’m down to scrap for
Tight SWAT, shit I’m down to scrap for
Real talk
Cameras ain’t on the outside
They on the inside
Cameras ain’t on the outside
They on the inside
Cameras ain’t on the outside
They on the inside
Cameras ain’t on the outside
They on the inside
I have to fight myself
Got the buckle and the belt 'round my hell
Both hitting knuckles, still got mad welts
I thought about it, fuck it!
Tight SWAT, shit I’m down to scrap for
Tight SWAT, shit I’m down to scrap for
Real talk, tight SWAT
It makes me burn, it makes me bleed
I feel it in the bone, tech next to the marrow
Shit I never asked for
But it’s shit I’m down to scrap for
Tight SWAT, shit I’m down to scrap for
Real talk, tight SWAT
Written by: Harlan Steed, Julian Cashwan Pratt, Noah Cohen-Corbett