King Geedorah - Fastlane lyrics

Biolante: Fast lane Three, two, one Go 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, fastlane Destination, top of the cash game Seek heat like a missile with mad aim You can't blame, missin' spirits who campaign A mystery at most, universal most stee is hot Yup more often then not Vision clear like a Hindu with the third eye dot We be weak, nah baby that's my word I got 'Nuff rhymes, tough times try talkin' to kids Who walk around thinkin' that God doesn't forgive Life in itself is like a bid And if you scared to die then you scared to live Ain't it a shame dealin' with the remain? Hennessy on the brain, travel the plane Will the copy cats twist the def traps? Bliss the s** raps, blind to jet black Matters awake in response since came to life Singin' a seance, escape the realm Bly swift like O at, fake jacks a cast Catch two smacks, gentlemen relax Blaze trails that haven't been traveled in a while Scatter clues for those who equate the style Cruisin' in the Lex out the window seat While I be trippin' off the rhyme, bop my head to the beat I can't speak on delirious mood swings True crowns, are handed to true kings Tell ya take it back, straighten, money makin' Vital sign, awaken, idle minds go to Satan No debatin' on the vessel that we navigatin' Gravitatin', schemin', leave 'em standin' waitin' Specialize in futuristic mental picture paintin' We are slave to sick ways, I'm quenchin' with thirst Gift of a new day, they seem like a curse What we made, penetrate the charade The incision is barely felt from the sharpness of the blade Movin' motionless through this masquerade Loomin' in the dark but just to save a spark (Rock) Like a match made in Heaven and Hell apart But still one, if it's life we start So real, reveal, sign is sealed What we feels translates to meals That nine to five sh** is no joke, muscle in Scientist, but don't look upon my hustlin' Will the copy cats twist the def traps? Bliss the s** raps, blind to jet black Matters awake in response since came to life Singin' a seance, escape the realm Bly swift like O at, fake jacks a cast Catch two smacks, 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