Battleaxe

[Intro] [Evidence]:

Both middle fingers up, point 'em at the industry

[Verse One: Mad Child]

Watch a misguided angel bust

Like I'm on red devil angel dust

Man I play off the pain

Bear witness to the chaos that reigns

Of course I'm insane

Of 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 tryin' to touch these kids like Kurt Cobain

I guess that's why I fuck with pills that could hurt your brain

Chop through the track

Talk 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 till it's done

Shine bright, Shane could change places with the sun

Little savage in the states, I'm gettin' gradually known

The poet king is finally back on his throne

I'm glad to be home

[Hook: Evidence] {x2}

Man, we got this

Locked, kept under wraps

The best kept secret leakin' through the crack

Man, we so close

We stay lookin' for traps

And try to stay separate from these cats

It's Battleaxe

Man, we got this

Locked, kept under wraps

The best kept secret all across the map

Man, we so close

We stay lookin' for traps

And try to stay separate from these cats

It's Battleaxe

[Verse Two: Iriscience]:

Yo, kids try to kick it like it's A.Y.S.O

I'm World Cup, Copa Mundial, so let's go

Catch me killin' clubs or rippin' 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 position then go for the choke

I 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/gristly

Rappers wantin' beef, leave 'em in a meat locker

Fly around the world, line around the block to see Raaka

Money talks, sings and raps

Dilated out for more titles, rings and plaques

Sounds classic, like Chuck D and Cadillacs

While my Vancouver cats keep swingin' a Battleaxe

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Bishop Lamont]

Yeah, Battleaxe like Golden Axe

Gilius Thunderhead, dwarf competition

You're all hobbits to my optics

I'm talkin' microscopic, termite dandruff

And it's from my vantage

Better vanish 'fore I open fire with these cannons, somethin' mammoth

Flow like that Flying Dutchman

Best who did it, done it, do it

Nigga no need for discussion

Kick hits, split yo shit just like I was Zohan

You niggas bitch, pussy shit, stealin' shit so I guess that makes you Lohan

Get ate like ??, niggas you are not that poppin'

Slightly carbonated, pop your top, your fizz is quickly stoppin'

Parkinson's Disease in a Delorean, forever rockin'

And when I roll nigga, I lean so cool like Steve Hawkins (Battleaxe)

Nigga I got this like uh

I'mma pay the tab

I got this like, "Whoa, back up little homie, I'mma beat his ass"

Steppin' with my weapon, reppin' westside man

While real niggas don't fuck with 'Pac holograms

[Verse Four: D-Sisive]

I sit alone in my four cornered room

Wick burnin' till the wax drips, torchin' a spoon

Feelin' nervous while The Clash spins

Joe Strummer fought the law pickin' at strings

And we'd rather bail/Bale then spread our Batwings

Dark Knight, off light, Corey Hart, seein' dark all night

Time to let my battleaxe 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 ol' me?