Fastlane

Only God is judge, never plea the case

Always aware of the truth we could never erase

Fallen from grace, black North Face

Ounce of green smoke, Jack with no chase

Peddle on the floor, thirsty for score

Fast lane, destination: Top of cash game

Seek heat like a missile with mad aim

You can’t blame missing spirits who campaign

A mystery to most, universal

Most see as hot, yup, more often than not

Vision clear like a Hindu with the third eye dot

We be weak, not, baby–that’s my word. I got

‘Nough rhymes, tough times, try talking to kids

Who walk around thinking that (God) doesn’t forgive (uh)

Life in itself is like a bid

And if you scared to die, then you scared to live

Ain’t it a shame? Dealing with the remain

Hennessy on the brain, travel the plane

World of copycats, twisted deathtraps

Bliss the sex raps, wine to jet-black

Matters awake in response, since came to life

Singing a séance, escape the realm

Fly swift like old hat, fake jacks and cats

Catch two smacks (back up) Gentlemen, relax

Blaze trails that haven’t been traveled in a while

Scatter clues for those who equate the style

Cruising in the Lex out the window seat while I be

Tripping off the rhyme, bop my head to the beat

I can’t speak on delirious mood swings

True crowns, are handed to true kings

Title-taking, back straightened, money-making

Vital sign awaken, idle minds go to Satan

No debating on the vessel that we navigating

Gravitating, scheming, leave ‘em standing, waiting

Specialize in futuristic mental picture-painting

We’re enslaved to sick ways, I'm quenching with thirst

Gift of a new day that seem like a curse

With what we made, penetrate the charade

Incision is barely felt from the sharpness of the blade

Moving motionless through this masquerade

Looming in the dark but just to say we spark (what?)

A match made in Heaven and Hell apart (yeah)

But still one if it’s life we start (uh)

So real, revealed, signed and sealed

What we feels translates to meals

That 9-to-5 shit is no joke

Muscling, scientist, but don’t look down upon

My hustling

World of copycats, twisted deathtraps

Bliss the sex raps, wine to jet-black

Matters awake in response, since came to life

Singing a séance, escape the realm

Fly swift like old hat, fake jacks and cats

Catch two smacks (back up) Gentlemen, relax

Blaze trails that haven’t been traveled in a while

Scatter clues for those who equate the style

Look at them, those two space monsters

The one with the three heads is King Geedorah

And that one's Gigan

We are controlling them