(+2 rating, 2 votes)Gotta love that Spanish sample, gives the track a nice feeling, positive vibe.
VERSE 1:
BRAINTAX
- It’s like a long walk to China trying to reach these heads
- See the world around your body makes you stay brain-dead
- Standing round in sick traffic just inhaling some lead
- I’m in a phonebox breathing up a stranger’s breath
- No change left, I fed my last gold Queen’s head
- ‘You’re busy now’ is all the message said
- Let me leave you, let your brain cook
- Mobile, you’re agile but still hearing cancer rays till you’re off the hook
- My mind state stays steady taking shelter in a hut
- On a mountain side ready for the wind and the rut
- I see a storm blow past with economic avalanche
- There’s trails of rich, fat nations trying to cling to every branch
- Me I’m playing mind-chess then monopoly with stress
- Playing snap by the log fire with thoughts of death
- Got a year’s supply of Bics, hiding out in deep sticks
- I’ll emerge in 20 years when there’s no cash left
- But for now I’m back to basics, spilling out raps
- Freestyling in the snow while I’m laying squirrel traps
- It’s survival but really none of us could pull it off
- Just filling up the silence with my fresh-air cough
- See I got the theory locked but now I’m losing my mind
- Cos the poisons in my blood are trying to make it to the outside
- Outside: money and cars and more waste
- Detox, I’m displaced fighting craving for that city taste
VERSE 2:
BRAINTAX
- And like I said, I’m all in it like on Life Thru Life
- Paranoia strikes creeping out the forest at night
- I like to sit back, holed-up, sharpen my knife
- Learning all about myself but I’m missing the hype
- It’s survival, the helicopter left me with a rifle
- But it rusted up, now I’m on the snow and berry trifle
- I sing aloud in my hideout cos no-one can hear me
- And nature’s looking bigger and it doesn’t fear me
- or any of my city ways
- Haven’t said a word for one month,
- Hear my snow boots crunch through the wasteland
- This could be a parallel to city-scapes
- Where tree towers overpower and isolate many souls
- Nature’s like a friend until they turn cold
- And icy looks are icebergs on my tent poles
- The Imax is now live from the Arctic
- You can call me Braintax now my verbal film’s started
- Reindeer in target on the hill by the tree-line
- I move quick, this reminds me of the free-line
- It’s simple, hunt and gather rules still apply
- But we never turn to greed and death’s a catalyst to life
- Can you hear me…?
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