Rob The Viking - Fresh Air lyrics

[Intro] My name is {*rewinds*} my name is And we've made a wild and wonderful record for you We will tell you all kinds of things to do and be And you can let your imagination go with us Open up to what we say; this is where the magic starts [Mad Child] Yeah~! Underground rapper with the firearm Sick dialogue, words stick like iron-ons Crowd surfing and wrestling with fans To a burnt out desolate man - guess who I am Flipping bricks from a brick phone, to a flip phone Thought I had it made, switched zip codes Used to get high cause I'd get bored Felt like I was, felt like I was Felt like I was falling from a plane, no rip cord Now I'm back and I got nothing to lose Mad Child, I tear it up in the booth f** material objects I got serious problems Same sh**, now I'm dealing with delirious goblins Thought I wanted to be king so I wore a crown Started from the bottom, built an empire and torn it down Not Rockefeller, more like Mr. Cinderella And I'm standing in the rain with a ripped umbrella That's the, that's the That's the nature and the danger of the streets Angel with the piece and the anger of a beast I was going one way but running out of luck So I'm back and I'm grinding like an independent truck I thought of flying the coop But I'mma stay put and spit fire while I try and recoup [Prevail] Red cedar, evergreen, oak tree, sequoia Black back peace chief, Battle Axe Warrior Dagger in the Mouth like a pirate ship And a highly cla**ified nanobyte microchip Scanners fiber light from my eyes guide ships to the pa**age My mind shifts gears to the literary cla**ics Follow orders, protect the Battle Axe borders, defend the headquarters Beware of sharks who can only swim in shallow waters A beacon of lumens, speak the language of humans A spice trade, the words mixed like fresh herbs and cumin You don't want to see my +Boys+ get +Beastie+ Rick Rubin This writing coming to me real natural like Truman Capote, peyote, coyotes and jackals My team is real +Predatory+ but we ain't from +Nashville+ You calling for us, we are Battle Axe Warriors, defend the fortress Beware of darkness or forever live in shallow coffins [Mad Child] Mad Child stepping on the scene like Batman Gold wings coming out my supreme backpack I'm old school, hardcore like Black Flag Chasing rappers down, I chomp 'em up like Pac-Man Break you off b**h, I ain't got an off switch Started off underground, head like an ostrich Then I became obnoxious And started selling records then I started popping Oxys sh**, I was flossing, I can't believe I lost it And everything we stand for Fans felt lost, arms crossed they demand more Which left me at a standstill Guilt weighing heavy on my mind like an anvil I can't remember a day that I didn't have pills Quit paink**ers, now I'm only taking Advil (Advil.. Advil..)