Not Another Drugstore

Chemical inflection like Kool-Aid with Owsley

Wicked on the track, you know me

Drugstore Cowboy, down boy

Sit and listen check the load and

Open suddenly with the twin ring, ring connect then

Proceed to rip it like scissors

Comin' through your town like a fuckin' blizzard

Cheech wizard, hiding under a hat

I made the room L.Z. rock and liberate beat tracks

In the crate activate form of a black fist with the pick

You know me, rollin' with my clique the One-Inch Punch

Send these bastards back to lunch

Come on leave the grind, you know it's time to down

Soon the world will seed the sands of time, a born will be sound

Holla us, hold the note and then the mic gets spoke

Another day into the Dharma like a wheel to a spoke

Like a particle of what your mind converted to choke

I never worry about the dollars so I'll never be broke

You know I understand but still I really don't understand

Strictly guided by the breeze, my shit can never be planned

Ain't a man alive but bold enough to just dance trill

He tried to corner but she thought to move in inches and flinch

Blast off the canvas and you know it's inevitable

Smoking classic One-Inch Punch, we're mad incredible