Braintax Escuchame
Braintax:
Its like a long walk to China trying tio reach these heads
See the world around your body makes you stay brain-dead
Standing round in sick traffic just inhaling some lead
Im in a phonebox breathing up a strangers breath
No change left, I fed my last gold Queens head
Youre 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 Im playing mind-chess then monopoly with stress
Playing snap by the log fire with thoughts of death
Got a years supply of Bics, hiding out in deep sticks
Ill emerge in 20 years when there's no cash left
But for now Im back to basics, spilling out raps
Freestyling in the snow while Im laying squirrel traps
Its 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 Im losing my mind
Cos the poisons in my blood are trying to make it to the outside
Outside: money and cars and more waste
De-tox, Im displaced fighting craving for that city taste
And like I said, Im 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 Im missing the hype
Its survival, the helicopter left me with a rifle
But it rusted up, now Im on the snow and berry trifle
I sing aloud in my hideout cos no-one can hear me
And natures looking bigger and it doesnt't't'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
Natures 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 films started
Reindeer in target on the hill by the tree-line
I move quick, this reminds me of the free-line
Its simple, hunt and gather rules still apply
But we never turn to greed and deaths a catalyst to life
Can u hear me?
