Battleaxe Songtext
von Madchild

Both middle fingers up, pointed at the industry
Ladies and gentlemen

Watch a misguided angel bust like I′m a red devil angel dust
Man I play off the pain
Bear witness to the chaos that reigns
Of course I'm insane, course I′m gonna course through your veins
I'm a beast, you can't get rid of my name
Spit lit propane, dope fiends, this is cooked cocaine
While I′m tryna touch these kids like Kurt Cobain
I guess that′s why I fuck with pills that could hurt your brain
Chop through the track, hop like I walk with an axe
Confident rap, no argument, I conquer with that
King Kong stomp through the track, armed to attack
Come see the concert, I'm a monster with that
Faceless one, patience ′til it's done
Shine bright, shame could change places with the sun
Little savage in the States, I′m getting gradually known
The poet king is finally back on his throne
I'm glad to be home


But we got this, locked, kept under wraps
The best kept secret leaking through the cracks
Now we so close, we stay looking for traps
And try to stay separate from these cats, it′s Battle Axe
But we got this, locked, kept under wraps
The best kept secret all across the map
Now we so close, we stay looking for traps
And try to stay separate from these cats, it's Battle Axe

Kids try to kick it like it's A-Y-S-O
A World Cup Copa Mundial, so let′s go
Catch me killing clubs or ripping shows, al fresco
Right in front of the bar like Pablo Esco′
I'm a narcotic, fiends go for the dope
I learned to secure a position then go for the choke
Used to have a handle on life but it broke
Now I′m ghostriding Amsterdam flights for the smoke
Still you know my work ethic is strictly get busy
They think I'm a teddy bear until it gets grizzly
Rappers wanting beef, leave ′em in a meat locker
Fly around the world, line around the block to see Rakaa
Money talks, sings, and raps
Dilated, out for more titles, rings, and plaques
Cali classic, like Chuck T's and Cadillacs
While my Vancouver cats keep swinging a battle axe


But we got this, locked, kept under wraps
The best kept secret leaking through the cracks
Now we so close, we stay looking for traps
And try to stay separate from these cats, it′s Battle Axe
But we got this, locked, kept under wraps
The best kept secret all across the map
Now we so close, we stay looking for traps
And try to stay separate from these cats, it's Battle Axe

Yeah, Battle Axe like golden axe
Achilles thunderhead, dwarf competition
You're all hobbits to my optics
I′m talking microscopic termite dandruff
And it′s from my finish, better vanish
'Fore I open fire with these cannons, something mammoth
Flow like that flying Dutchman
Best who did it, done it, do it
Nigga, no need for discussion
Kick hits, split split your shit just like I was Zohan
You niggas bitch, pussy shit, stealing shit
So I guess that makes you Lohan
Get ate like Mach and talking, niggas you are not that popping
Slightly carbonated, pop your top, your fizz is quickly stopping
Parkinson′s disease, DeLorean, forever rocking
And when I roll nigga I lean so cool like Steve Hopkins
Nigga I got this, like uh, I'ma pay the tab
I got this like, "Whoa, back up little homie, I′ma beat his ass"
Stepping with my weapon, repping Westside, man
Where real niggas don't fuck with Pac holograms

I sit alone in my four-cornered room
Wick burning ′til the wax drips
Torch and a spoon, feeling nervous while the Clash spins
Joe Strummer fought the law picking at strings
And we'd rather bail than spread our bat wings
Dark night, off light, Corey Hart seeing dark all night
Time to let my battle axe swing
Despite all my rage, I'm a rat in a cage
With a plan to escape out the basement
Walk through the fog, grapefruit balls in my drawers
I′m a hobo with a shotgun whistling a Pac song
Shot a cop car with a flurry of "Who got the props?" Get it?
Sick so dope, sick no fix, no spit so syringe inject slow
The king of rock OD′d, the king of pop OD'd
So what′s God got in shop for little old me?