Swollen Members - Fresh Air Lyrics
[Intro]My name is [rewinds] my name isAnd we've made a wild and wonderful record for youWe will tell you all kinds of things to do and beand you can let your imagination go with usOpen up to what we say; this is where the magic starts[Mad Child]Yeah!Underground rapper with the firearmSick dialogue, words stick like iron-onsCrowd surfin and wrestlin with fansto a burnt out desolate man - guess who I amFlippin bricks from a brick phone, to a flip phoneThought I had it made, switched zip codesUsed to get high cause I'd get boredFelt like I was, felt like I wasfelt like I was fallin from a plane, no rip cordNow I'm back and I got nothin to loseMad Child, I tear it up in the booth***** material objects I got serious propsSame shit, now I'm dealin with delirious goblinsThought I wanted to be king so I wore a crownStarted from the bottom, built an empire and torn it downNot Rockefeller, more like Mr. CinderellaAnd I'm standin in the rain with a ripped umbrellaThat's the, that's theThat's the nature and the danger of the streetsAngel with the piece and the anger of a beastI was goin one way but runnin out of luckSo I'm back and I'm grindin like an independent truckI thought of flyin the coopBut I'ma stay put and spit fire while I try and recoup[Prevail]Red seed to evergreen, oak tree sequoiaBlack back peace chief, Battle Axe Warrior(Dagger) in the (Mouth) like a pirate shipand a highly classified nanobyte microchipScanners fiber light from my eyes guide ships to the passageMy mind shifts gears to the literary classicsFollow orders, protect the Battle Axe borders, defend the headquartersBeware of sharks who can only swim in shallow watersA beacon of lumins', speak the language of humansA spice trade of words mixed like fresh herbs and cumenYou don't want to see my (Boys) get (Beastie) Rick RubinThe spite be comin to me real natural like TrumanCapote, peyote, coyotes and jackalsMy team is real (Predatory) but we ain't from (Nashville)You callin for us, we are Battle Axe Warriors, defend the fortressBeware of darkness or forever live in shallow coffins[Mad Child]Mad Child steppin on the scene like BatmanGold wings comin out my supreme backpackI'm old school, hardcore like Black FlagChasin rappers down, I chomp 'em up like Pac-ManBreak you off *****, I ain't got an off switchStarted off underground, head like an ostrichThen I became obnoxiousand started sellin records then I started poppin oxysShit I was flossin, I can't believe I lost itand everything we stand forFans felt lost, arms crossed they demand morewhich left me at a standstillGuilt weighin heavy on my mind like an anvilI can't remember a day that I didn't have pillsQuit painkillers now I'm only takin Advil (Advil.. Advil..)
