| Song | Brand New Day |
| Artist | Swollen Members |
| Album | Brand New Day |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Life is a beautiful struggle | |
| Found my way but almost lost my step | |
| In this found my way but almost lost my step | |
| Lost my step but then I found my way | |
| In this beautiful struggle | |
| It’s a brand new day | |
| [Madchild:] | |
| I'm on fire, when I rap, I leave the area smoky | |
| Better call Smokey the bear, cuz I'm the rarest showpiece | |
| My roots are planted, standing strong, and I'm a cherry oak tree | |
| But keep quiet as kept, cuz I'am very low-key! | |
| Never rode a BMX, wearing a pair of Oakleys | |
| While listening to DMX, not even remotely | |
| Close, listen closely, I'm the most sickest rapper | |
| Leaving no sixteen chapel, I am blown through some chapters | |
| But I won't regret after I am done with my rapture | |
| I am done with the laughter, I'm a sun: can't be captured | |
| I’m the smash spittin’ the massacre, half of us want the real ******t | |
| But we are forcefed all or this horse******t its unfortunate! | |
| It is unfair, that's why I'm never done here | |
| I love how I'm rebuilding, and the future? It is unclear | |
| But I look at the glass half full, retired asshole | |
| Life fast like: where did my past go? | |
| I'm a maniac, a chatterbox, it's catastrophic | |
| Poppin' Gravol, spitting scattered rocks and ******' battle topics | |
| I’m poppin' off and shooting bottle rockets | |
| I'm a throttle rocker, never sitting idle, oh my god I'm proper! | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Found my way but almost lost my step | |
| In this beautiful struggle I ain’t given up yet | |
| Cuz it’s mine | |
| It’s mine | |
| Lost my step but then I found my way | |
| In this beautiful struggle | |
| It’s a brand new day | |
| And it’s mine | |
| It’s mine | |
| [Prevail:] | |
| When the sun raise right, rising ******ne early wakers | |
| Got a part time apar******ent in the land of the lakers | |
| People ask me if I'm landed from the lands of Jamaica | |
| I say no, although I grow up on an island motivated | |
| Overrated by some, underrated by most | |
| We orchestrated what no one has ever done for my coast | |
| I see the pride ******ning right in the eyes of our folks | |
| And light boards in the sky saying “Swollen is ****" | |
| I walk a tightrope, take my sound advice to your dome | |
| My microphone is like a lighting ball striking your home | |
| Before I put the fire out, put writers out their misery | |
| That's another Spider-Man and Silver Surfer mystery! | |
| Deliver in my system of belivers and must | |
| Believe in family, in friends, its only few you can trust | |
| The three of us we stuck together through the thick and the thin | |
| But now we’ve got some thicker skin but still predicted to win | |
| You either sink or you swim, you either float or you drown | |
| So don’t slow down, flow down and own your crown because I | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Found my way but almost lost my step | |
| In this beautiful struggle I ain’t given up yet | |
| Cuz it’s mine | |
| It’s mine | |
| Lost my step but then I found my way | |
| In this beautiful struggle | |
| It’s a brand new day | |
| And it’s mine | |
| It’s mine |
| Life is a beautiful struggle | |
| Found my way but almost lost my step | |
| In this found my way but almost lost my step | |
| Lost my step but then I found my way | |
| In this beautiful struggle | |
| It' s a brand new day | |
| Madchild: | |
| I' m on fire, when I rap, I leave the area smoky | |
| Better call Smokey the bear, cuz I' m the rarest showpiece | |
| My roots are planted, standing strong, and I' m a cherry oak tree | |
| But keep quiet as kept, cuz I' am very lowkey! | |
| Never rode a BMX, wearing a pair of Oakleys | |
| While listening to DMX, not even remotely | |
| Close, listen closely, I' m the most sickest rapper | |
| Leaving no sixteen chapel, I am blown through some chapters | |
| But I won' t regret after I am done with my rapture | |
| I am done with the laughter, I' m a sun: can' t be captured | |
| I' m the smash spittin' the massacre, half of us want the real t | |
| But we are forcefed all or this horse t its unfortunate! | |
| It is unfair, that' s why I' m never done here | |
| I love how I' m rebuilding, and the future? It is unclear | |
| But I look at the glass half full, retired asshole | |
| Life fast like: where did my past go? | |
| I' m a maniac, a chatterbox, it' s catastrophic | |
| Poppin' Gravol, spitting scattered rocks and ' battle topics | |
| I' m poppin' off and shooting bottle rockets | |
| I' m a throttle rocker, never sitting idle, oh my god I' m proper! | |
| Hook: | |
| Found my way but almost lost my step | |
| In this beautiful struggle I ain' t given up yet | |
| Cuz it' s mine | |
| It' s mine | |
| Lost my step but then I found my way | |
| In this beautiful struggle | |
| It' s a brand new day | |
| And it' s mine | |
| It' s mine | |
| Prevail: | |
| When the sun raise right, rising ne early wakers | |
| Got a part time apar ent in the land of the lakers | |
| People ask me if I' m landed from the lands of Jamaica | |
| I say no, although I grow up on an island motivated | |
| Overrated by some, underrated by most | |
| We orchestrated what no one has ever done for my coast | |
| I see the pride ning right in the eyes of our folks | |
| And light boards in the sky saying " Swollen is " | |
| I walk a tightrope, take my sound advice to your dome | |
| My microphone is like a lighting ball striking your home | |
| Before I put the fire out, put writers out their misery | |
| That' s another SpiderMan and Silver Surfer mystery! | |
| Deliver in my system of belivers and must | |
| Believe in family, in friends, its only few you can trust | |
| The three of us we stuck together through the thick and the thin | |
| But now we' ve got some thicker skin but still predicted to win | |
| You either sink or you swim, you either float or you drown | |
| So don' t slow down, flow down and own your crown because I | |
| Hook: | |
| Found my way but almost lost my step | |
| In this beautiful struggle I ain' t given up yet | |
| Cuz it' s mine | |
| It' s mine | |
| Lost my step but then I found my way | |
| In this beautiful struggle | |
| It' s a brand new day | |
| And it' s mine | |
| It' s mine |
| Life is a beautiful struggle | |
| Found my way but almost lost my step | |
| In this found my way but almost lost my step | |
| Lost my step but then I found my way | |
| In this beautiful struggle | |
| It' s a brand new day | |
| Madchild: | |
| I' m on fire, when I rap, I leave the area smoky | |
| Better call Smokey the bear, cuz I' m the rarest showpiece | |
| My roots are planted, standing strong, and I' m a cherry oak tree | |
| But keep quiet as kept, cuz I' am very lowkey! | |
| Never rode a BMX, wearing a pair of Oakleys | |
| While listening to DMX, not even remotely | |
| Close, listen closely, I' m the most sickest rapper | |
| Leaving no sixteen chapel, I am blown through some chapters | |
| But I won' t regret after I am done with my rapture | |
| I am done with the laughter, I' m a sun: can' t be captured | |
| I' m the smash spittin' the massacre, half of us want the real t | |
| But we are forcefed all or this horse t its unfortunate! | |
| It is unfair, that' s why I' m never done here | |
| I love how I' m rebuilding, and the future? It is unclear | |
| But I look at the glass half full, retired asshole | |
| Life fast like: where did my past go? | |
| I' m a maniac, a chatterbox, it' s catastrophic | |
| Poppin' Gravol, spitting scattered rocks and ' battle topics | |
| I' m poppin' off and shooting bottle rockets | |
| I' m a throttle rocker, never sitting idle, oh my god I' m proper! | |
| Hook: | |
| Found my way but almost lost my step | |
| In this beautiful struggle I ain' t given up yet | |
| Cuz it' s mine | |
| It' s mine | |
| Lost my step but then I found my way | |
| In this beautiful struggle | |
| It' s a brand new day | |
| And it' s mine | |
| It' s mine | |
| Prevail: | |
| When the sun raise right, rising ne early wakers | |
| Got a part time apar ent in the land of the lakers | |
| People ask me if I' m landed from the lands of Jamaica | |
| I say no, although I grow up on an island motivated | |
| Overrated by some, underrated by most | |
| We orchestrated what no one has ever done for my coast | |
| I see the pride ning right in the eyes of our folks | |
| And light boards in the sky saying " Swollen is " | |
| I walk a tightrope, take my sound advice to your dome | |
| My microphone is like a lighting ball striking your home | |
| Before I put the fire out, put writers out their misery | |
| That' s another SpiderMan and Silver Surfer mystery! | |
| Deliver in my system of belivers and must | |
| Believe in family, in friends, its only few you can trust | |
| The three of us we stuck together through the thick and the thin | |
| But now we' ve got some thicker skin but still predicted to win | |
| You either sink or you swim, you either float or you drown | |
| So don' t slow down, flow down and own your crown because I | |
| Hook: | |
| Found my way but almost lost my step | |
| In this beautiful struggle I ain' t given up yet | |
| Cuz it' s mine | |
| It' s mine | |
| Lost my step but then I found my way | |
| In this beautiful struggle | |
| It' s a brand new day | |
| And it' s mine | |
| It' s mine |