The Lab Rats - Daily Grind lyrics

[Verse 1] It's the Lab Rats, doper than smack from out the pharmacy It's like that raw tracks for your arteries Pardon me, I'm gonna rock the boat until I start a scene And at the same time try to keep my karma clean I'm on a singing energy sent from my enemies [?] I call it bitter sweet serenity Knowledge of the centuries live like a Buddhist priest Among the roots and trees to find the universe within a leaf It's inner peace working to defeat this beast of burden Peep the urgency within my words, God speed Wheels are turning, burning like eternal flame This [?] got me swirling like a hurricane with a disturbing name I watch the seas jump around like the House of Pain Until the levy breaks who the hell we gonna blame I'm on a different plane, level of existence That exists in every sentence my pen hits [Verse 2] So peep the version of my vision And get your spine jerking like a perv with a mental condition Living in prison, I've risen from the metaphysical To shed a visible definitive view of the world in which we're living in You might believe in everything that you perceive That's only 10% of what your brain really conceives This tiny little things remind me that we're brittle beings That fiddle-f** around until we shrivel at the seams Merrily, life can be so trying on various levels we define dying Try to defy it because it's terribly scary to think Life will just end with a blink, and then your buried But why is this world so wary, does America care? Barely Louisiana thugs and the government sits starring From shinning sea to prairie from prairie to the shore This land is for the rich, life's a b**h if you're poor, come on [Verse 3] My engine blows steam, waiting for the light to turn green Watching people drive by, looking lost in routine Mean mugging, juggling cell phones and struggling So many W bumper stickers I'm wondering What's up with this government, are we under surveillance You digging on Big Brother I'm thinking their aliens Their taking over the globe and putting the fear in this Delirious theories of a conspiracy lyricist It's getting serious and I'm about to blow a gasket Cause if the tables were turned it would be the world getting it's a** kicked I'm doing back flips for petty cash, this sh** is madness I'm asking you to smack me if I ever act adapted Yo, it's too competitive, Imma pop a sedative And meddle in some meditative numb level headed sh** Sit and watch these rich rappers get repetitive k**ing the same concept no matter how dead it is, come on