[Intro]

My name is… my name is… and we made a long and wonderful record for you. We will send you all kinds of things to do and be and you can let your imagination go with us. Just listen to what we say. This is where the magic starts.

[Verse 1]

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 falling from a plane, no ripcord
Now I’m back and I got nothing to lose
Mad Child, I tear it up in the booth
f**k material objects, I got serious props
Same s**t, 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 nature and the danger of the streets
Angel with the piece and the anger of a beast
I was going one way [bad word] out of luck
So I’m back and I’m grinding like an Independent [bad word] I thought of flying the coop
But I’mma stay put and spit fire while I try on the boot

[Verse 2]

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 fibre 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
beacon of lumens speak the language of humans
spice trade of words mixed like fresh herbs and Cuman
You don’t want to see my boys get beef ? [bad word] to me real natural like [bad word] 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

[Verse 3]

Mad Child stepping on the scene like Batman
Gold [bad word] out my Supreme backpack
I’m old school, hardcore like Black Flag
Chasing rappers down, I chomp em up like Pacman
Break you off [bad word]  I ain’t got an off switch
Started off underground head like an ostrich
Then I became obnoxious
Started selling records then I started popping oxys
s**t 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