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My is [rewinds] my name is
And made a wild and wonderful record for you
We tell you all kinds of things to do and be
and you can let your go with us
up to what we say; this is where the magic starts

[Mad
Yeah!
rapper with the firearm
Sick dialogue, words stick iron-ons
Crowd surfin and wrestlin with
to a burnt out desolate man - who I am
Flippin bricks a brick phone, to a flip phone
I had it made, switched zip codes
Used to get cause I'd get bored
Felt like I was, like I was
felt like I was fallin from a plane, no rip
Now I'm back and I got to lose
Mad Child, I it up in the booth
material objects I got serious props
Same shit, now I'm dealin delirious goblins
Thought I wanted to be so I wore a crown
Started the bottom, built an empire and torn it down
Not Rockefeller, like Mr. Cinderella
And I'm standin in the with a ripped umbrella
That's the, the
That's the nature and the danger of the
Angel the piece and the anger of a beast
I was goin one way but runnin out of
So I'm back and I'm grindin like an independent
I thought of the coop
But I'ma stay put and spit fire while I try and

Red seed to evergreen, oak tree
Black back peace chief, Axe Warrior
(Dagger) in the (Mouth) a pirate ship
and a highly classified nanobyte
Scanners fiber light from my eyes guide to the passage
My mind shifts gears to the literary
Follow orders, protect the Axe borders, defend the headquarters
Beware of sharks who can only in shallow waters
A beacon of lumins', speak the of humans
A spice trade of mixed like fresh herbs and cumen
You don't want to see my (Boys) get (Beastie) Rubin
The spite be comin to me real natural Truman
Capote, peyote, and jackals
My team is (Predatory) but we ain't from (Nashville)
You callin for us, we are Battle Axe Warriors, the fortress
Beware of darkness or forever live in coffins

Child]
Mad Child steppin on the scene like
wings comin out my supreme backpack
I'm old school, hardcore like Black
Chasin rappers down, I 'em up like Pac-Man
you off bitch, I ain't got an off switch
Started off underground, head an ostrich
Then I obnoxious
and started sellin records then I started poppin
Shit I was flossin, I can't I lost it
and we stand for
Fans felt lost, arms they demand more
which left me at a
Guilt weighin heavy on my mind an anvil
I remember a day that I didn't have pills
painkillers now I'm only takin Advil (Advil.. Advil..)