Warriors - Fat Jack, DJ Drez, Swollen Members

Prevail

You got butterflies in your stomach, you’re nervous with dry mouth

Locked jaw, stage fright, writers block, timeout

Grab the mic, apply force.

Light it like July 4th

The sound of the crowd gets me high like I’m on timewarp

Psychedelic elegant beats from the elephant

Raw benevolent teachers of anything relevant

Laws of probability, laws of average

Laws of gravity, displacement show that I’m massive (Heavy)

I sustain my energy through my caloric intake

Minerals, vitamins, proteins, fats and carbohydrates

I spike my insulin level by chomping on candy

Chopping down and slip pansies with my Battleaxe family (warriors)

Pack ‘em in like a cannery, sardines and aluminum

Harder than a marine, sorry if there’s any confusion

The drill bit sergeant, skill saws, chainsaws

Y’all don’t want it so why you starting arguments cous, ‘cause all that does is

lead to hypertension

Which makes me stress out and start slicing tendons

Damaging nerve endings and crushing skeletal frames

They call me Prevail Wonder.

What an incredible name

Madchild

This is an improved movement

Darkness descends upon a profound process

Impossible to stop this

Personality conflicts, articulate rage

I’ll take a step back quick, pick a particular phase

Please throw away the keys, I need to be locked away

‘Cause of the brightness of my night and the darkness of my day

I’m on a different page but I’m a team player

I can’t abandon my family, that wouldn’t be fair

I’m trying to repair broken dreams while focusing

I can’t ignore the fact that most people ain’t dope as me

It’s hopeless if you even think of trying to start shit

I’m throwing heat, you’ll need the fire department

With the wildest swordman of style, hide in your fortress

File the report ‘cause Madchild is corporate

But you can’t separate me from the dark arts

Ice in my veins, cold blooded with a sharks heart

Professions of a dangerous mind but this ain’t really me no more

I’m doing things you never seen before

Moka Only

Yeah

Last to rap, let me take a stab at it

I’m math magic, I’m addicted to bad habits

Simple life, I don’t drive a still cabin

But when opportunity knocks I will grab it and twist it’s motherfucking throat

I’m pent up

Content ‘til I spent every little red cent up

My mission is to glisten and gleam and get burned like kerosene

I’m so embarrassing to your self-esteem

Y’all scared for bitch reasons

Look at it, the game ain’t changed for six seasons

For this reason I’m down with heavy weights who still style and still kill,

never hesitate

Fat Jack, I’ve been feeling your shit for a minute, and a half

So let’s hit it to win it and the cash

LA’s finest, BC’s most prestigious

The mammal and the elephant like, «Holy, Sweet Jesus»