Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Summer Lightning, artist - Mr. BradyDate of issue: 04.01.2010
Song language: English
Summer Lightning |
| 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 |