Amon Tobin - Down the Rabbit Hole lyrics

[Chorus #1] Get you (get you) down (down) With that recipe Kitchen counter countdown It's a masterpiece Get you (get you) down (down) With that recipe Everybody lounging off that old folk remedy Get you (get you) down (down) With that recipe Kitchen counter countdown It's a masterpiece Get you (get you) down (down) With that recipe [Verse one] Hindsight is twenty-twenty After a party, forty-forty But not if you drink enough to not even really remember going So if you don't want to wake up with a ton of regret Tomorrow morning And don't mind headaches Then my suggestion is to start chugging (Pink candy-hearts, cacti juice) I got ya (Homegirls who be looking for ‘shrooms) I got ya We're on a spiritual journey, my darling Call it a mental exercise in circus tightrope walking Rabbit hole or armoire; masks on, lighters up ‘Bout to show the world a master copy of my samizdat How do you stop a kamikaze cosmonaut Who crosses the Karman line in his pod Then gets out and turns his oxygen off? [Chorus #2] Get you (get you) down (down) With that recipe Kitchen counter countdown It's a masterpiece Get you (get you) down (down) With that recipe All night [Verse two] Welcome to my world where fantasy and horror mix Never try to force it or resist You've opened the door to this experience's orifice Feelings of euphoric bliss tantalize the audience, girl You can be my sorceress if I can be your bad habit Got to take me smooth and calmly In the bathroom at the party as I circulate through your body slowly Making your brain hallucinate unholy ceremonial figures Like peyote in Costa Ric' Pathological concepts They're the archeologists inside your head with hardhats on Uncovering artifacts Using the brush to polish it Making these rappers all collapse The second Natural starts this sh** I'll be giving them heart attacks With an abracadabra to Pollock my fans'll Assume I'm a rapper that dabbles in magic From breaking the backs of these bosses in half Without having to gather the manna to cast it You want to know how we get down in Dallas Get violent and drown in gallons of Crown When your life gets too out-of-balance now Lost my marbles, taking chances Faces look like jack-o-lanterns Gothic models wave their hands and groupies try to flash the cameras When Natural's hammered it's twice the confidence, half the standards Staggering backwards after a smack from a pissed-off backup dancer ("Sorry, dude") [Chorus #3] (Liber AL vel Legis) A ceremony christening Where men and women gather to dispel their sickest fantasies So (Bob to the beat) ‘Cause I ain't going anywhere So shut your f**ing mouth and keep the smoke rolling, novices (Follow me) Through a thickly woven shrubbery Until the timer's ticking starts to fade with the forest breeze Get your people down (down) With that recipe Everybody lounging off that old folk remedy (x2) [Outro] Get you (get you) down (down) With that recipe (x3)