Summer Lightning - Mr. Brady, Swollen Members

Prevail

In the wars of attrition, we ride upon the spine of the griffin

Destroying small rodents and insects like victims

Paradise lost to the flames of the Fahrenheit

Mr. Brady told me watch the explosion and compare the light

So I did and saw the moments of the life I’ve lived

Now I’m amped, I push the storyteller from the lamp

Who dare to bask in spotlights stands with my name

I stampede the rookies while they search for the reigns

My who’s cave-in chest, Ingest this suggestion

Move or get moved by the powers of collection

We are three who are connected by direction

Upward is the motion, forward is perfection

Simplistic, only if the lines in between are the hardest ones to read and you

couldn’t hear the schemes

Bad Dreams, you’ll soon know the completion

Battle Axe Warrior, Prevail One to form the legion

Mr. Brady

Aye

I’m dangerous, highly explosive

Closer than multiple burn marks, riddle your dry skin

Breath control, never swing no battle axe dull

Sharp harpoons, chlorine in your eyes like a pool

You couldn’t burn a track, self-combustion in a weed patch, vegetable

Feel me like giant squid tentacles

I’m a brain twister filling a propeller

Putting gas fumes in place of your asthma inhalers

Head-butt you with spiked headbands

Sipping on spiced rums out of gas cans

Projects all up and riddling in my project

Our community false speaking in hidden dialect

I speak to less fortunate stragglers, desolate

Prev and Madchild, Brady, we ain’t having it

It’s perfection up in my extravagance

Meet the last bit of your palms lifeline

I waited a lifetime for my time to shine

We don’t sit around and wait, we take what’s given

Brady, Battle Axe, hip-hop is what we living

We don’t sit around and wait, we take what’s given

Brady, Battle Axe, hip-hop is what we living

Aye, is what we living

We don’t sit around and wait, we take what’s given

Of what we living

Brady, Battle Axe, hip-hop is what we living

Madchild

Crank the heat amongst fangs that puncture flesh

I welcome any challengers, out comes another youngsters death

Tongues tied twisted in knots, my plot’s to kill

New kids coming up?

That means there’s lots more blood to spill

When I flood the market, you don’t want to be my target

Unharnessing carnage, I’ll turn a man into a carcass

The darkness of the deeply disturbed and deranged, that’s right

You think I’m crazy now?

Should have seen me in my past life

Flashlights can find the remains of people that rubbed me the wrong way

Yo, for real, don’t fuck around.

I’ve had a long day

Let’s not forget who’s rapping while you listen to this song play

Not an illusion, king of skull crushing confusion

That buries axes and skulls then relaxes in pools of blood

Son of Sam, I’m walking up to cars and shooting fools in love

Living in a nightmare, can’t quite pinpoint what my dream is

I’m limitless ‘cause I’ll snap in a minute, I’m an extremist

My whole team’s untypical, it’s difficult to match this

You’ll probably have to rewind this a couple times before you catch this

We don’t sit around and wait, we take what’s given

Brady, Battle Axe, hip-hop is what we living

We don’t sit around and wait, we take what’s given

Brady, Battle Axe, hip-hop is what we living

Aye, is what we living

We don’t sit around and wait, we take what’s given

Hip-hop

Brady, Battle Axe, hip-hop is what we living