Axe to Grind Songtext
von Deepspace5

I′ve got this axe to grind, let me run it by my brother
Deep bass forever, same fam, different mother
Swing your sword, keep it close to the head, uh

This is an army ready for battle to earn this war

Bloodshed so to be called, not so many words to stall
From a mountaintop of fools and liars, I'ma start
And rip you apart and then give you a heart

And show you silence works, even if it hurts to learn
We all got the chance to burn
This old man who stands with the prideful smirk
Built on lies, there′s a war going on inside
No man is safe, so it's time to put these fists up
And shake 'em at the sky
This ain′t a mystery, God, Jesus is alive


I took ′em out the good book and put 'em out in the streets
I see the pew twice a week and rarely do I speak
I′d rather listen to the message and take what I can
Let the Holy Ghost implement a plan of attack
So with that I'm a disciple of Christ on mics to spill
It′s a well-known fact I'ma give you what′s real

And I ain't scared to be honest and show that human side
I'ma give you where I grew and tell you how I lied
It′s a beautiful thing just to let go, say goodbye
A letter to the frontline is my axe to grind

I′ve got this axe to grind, let me run it by my brother
Deep bass forever, same fam, different mother
Swing your sword, keep it close to the head, uh
I've got this axe to grind, two hands to the soul
Deep bass now, give it good to go
Raise your shot, nobody′s left behind
Deep water walking, save breath, save mine

I swing a double, huh, double sharp, double edged
Double up, rumble hard, trouble comes, drop the sledge
Do anything for my blood and caliber

Seen many things with my team and challengers
Space deep infinity, chop it on the block
Fly straight as an arrow, stand on the rock


Leave my hand out for when you need it, need me
Always there for you if you're bleeding, believe me
I drop a thousand pounds, fill sounds with crowns
Split nouns, spit rounds all the way downtown
Serrate the edge, cut it down to the bone
When we′re all together, I call it hometown
Two of your names, we're all one and the same
And we′re bringing the rain steady, breaking the chains
And if you're not around, I'm not a whole person
Spill my heart contents out for you in my verses

I′ve got this axe to grind, two hands to the soul
Deep bass now, give it good to go
Raise your shot, nobody′s left behind
Deep water walking, save breath, save mine

Yo, Sabac's the axe grind, put your blade to the back of mine
And we can trade glancing blows until your sword shines
Iron sharpen iron, test your metal but keep your head
′Cause you can scale the next level
But slit your throat out on the cutting edge
Jump in the fray, in cypher swing, my words are swordplay
Rock on like skipping stones atop a pond to light the way

Epic with my weapon, verbal feats to keep crew stepping
Put conviction back in record bins, the blade, it never bends
So I struggle with the best of 'em, swagger to the rhythm
Dagger, stab the drum just to stagger a friend
Draw my sword to make it def in the Garden of Gethsemane
So heads tend to lend me their ear more readily

Shake serrated teeth on the edge of the beat break
Dice industry beef to mince meat for Christ′s sake
Got an axe to grind, I'll be your sharpening stone
Trim the fat from this poem and take a part of me home, uh

I′ve got this axe to grind, let me run it by my brother
Deep bass forever, same fam, different mother
Swing your sword, keep it close to the head, uh
I've got this axe to grind, two hands to the soul
Deep bass now, give it good to go
Raise your shot, nobody's left behind
Deep water walking, save breath, save mine