Swollen Members - 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 surfin and wrestlin with fans To a burnt out desolate man - guess who I am Flippin 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 fallin from a plane, no rip cord Now I'm back and I got nothin to lose Mad Child, I tear it up in the booth f** material objects I got serious props Same sh**, now I'm dealin 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 standin 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 goin one way but runnin out of luck So I'm back and I'm grindin like an independent truck I thought of flyin the coop But I'ma stay put and spit fire while I try and recoup [Prevail] Red seed to 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 lumins', speak the language of humans A spice trade of words mixed like fresh herbs and cumen You don't want to see my (Boys) get (Beastie) Rick Rubin The spite be comin to me real natural like Truman Capote, peyote, coyotes and jackals My team is real (Predatory) but we ain't from (Nashville) You callin for us, we are Battle Axe Warriors, defend the fortress Beware of darkness or forever live in shallow coffins [Mad Child] Mad Child steppin on the scene like Batman Gold wings comin out my supreme backpack I'm old school, hardcore like Black Flag Chasin 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 sellin records then I started poppin oxys sh** I was flossin, 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 weighin 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 takin Advil (Advil.. Advil..)