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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]


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

Fuck material objects I got serious props

Same shit, 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


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 classified nanobyte microchip

Scanners fiber light from my eyes guide ships to the passage

My mind shifts gears to the literary classics

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 bitch, 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

Shit 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 painkillers now I'm only takin Advil (Advil.. Advil..)

Swollen Members - Fresh Air – текст

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