Fresh Air - Swollen Members

My name is 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

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

Fuck material objects I got serious problems

Same shit, 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

Red cedar, 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 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 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 bitch, 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

Shit, 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 painkillers, now I’m only taking Advil (Advil. Advil.)