Bishop Lamont - Battleaxe lyrics

[Intro] [Evidence]: Both middle fingers up, point 'em at the industry [Verse One: Mad Child] Watch a misguided angel bust Like I'm on red devil angel dust Man I play off the pain Bear witness to the chaos that reigns Of course I'm insane Of course I'm gonna course through your veins I'm a beast, you can't get rid of my name Spit lit propane Dope fiends, this is cooked c**aine While I'm tryin' to touch these kids like Kurt Cobain I guess that's why I f** with pills that could hurt your brain Chop through the track Talk like I walk with an axe Confident rap, no argument, I conquer with that King Kong stomp through the track Armed to attack Come see the concert, I'm a monster with that Faceless one Patience till it's done Shine bright, Shane could change places with the sun Little savage in the states, I'm gettin' gradually known The poet king is finally back on his throne I'm glad to be home [Hook: Evidence] {x2} Man, we got this Locked, kept under wraps The best kept secret leakin' through the crack Man, we so close We stay lookin' for traps And try to stay separate from these cats It's Battleaxe Man, we got this Locked, kept under wraps The best kept secret all across the map Man, we so close We stay lookin' for traps And try to stay separate from these cats It's Battleaxe [Verse Two: Iriscience]: Yo, kids try to kick it like it's A.Y.S.O I'm World Cup, Copa Mundial, so let's go Catch me k**in' clubs or rippin' shows al fresco Right in front of the bar like Pablo Esco I'm a narcotic fiends go for the dope I learned to secure position then go for the choke I used to have a handle on life but it broke Now I'm ghostriding Amsterdam flights for the smoke Still you know my work ethic is strictly 'get busy' They think I'm a teddy bear until it gets grizzly/gristly Rappers wantin' beef, leave 'em in a meat locker Fly around the world, line around the block to see Raaka Money talks, sings and raps Dilated out for more titles, rings and plaques Sounds cla**ic, like Chuck D and Cadillacs While my Vancouver cats keep swingin' a Battleaxe [Hook] [Verse Three: Bishop Lamont] Yeah, Battleaxe like Golden Axe Gilius Thunderhead, dwarf competition You're all hobbits to my optics I'm talkin' microscopic, termite dandruff And it's from my vantage Better vanish 'fore I open fire with these cannons, somethin' mammoth Flow like that Flying Dutchman Best who did it, done it, do it n***a no need for discussion Kick hits, split yo sh** just like I was Zohan You n***as b**h, p**y sh**, stealin' sh** so I guess that makes you Lohan Get ate like ??, n***as you are not that poppin' Slightly carbonated, pop your top, your fizz is quickly stoppin' Parkinson's Disease in a Delorean, forever rockin' And when I roll n***a, I lean so cool like Steve Hawkins (Battleaxe) n***a I got this like uh I'mma pay the tab I got this like, "Whoa, back up little homie, I'mma beat his a**" Steppin' with my weapon, reppin' westside man While real n***as don't f** with 'Pac holograms [Verse Four: D-Sisive] I sit alone in my four cornered room Wick burnin' till the wax drips, torchin' a spoon Feelin' nervous while The Clash spins Joe Strummer fought the law pickin' at strings And we'd rather bail/Bale then spread our Batwings Dark Knight, off light, Corey Hart, seein' dark all night Time to let my battleaxe swing Despite all my rage, I'm a rat in a cage With a plan to escape out the basement Walk through the fog Grapefruit balls in my drawers I'm a Hobo With A Shotgun, whistling a 'Pac song Shot a cop car with a flurry of Who Got The Props, get it? Sick so, dope sick, no fix, no spit, so syringe inject slow The king of rock OD'd The king of pop OD'd So what's God got in shop for little ol' me?