Tom Solar - Strat Tone lyrics

[Verse 1] Stop, don't move, the mic holder broke through space time continuum and seen the face that mold you Smoke dew, hit the rum, numb your gums and throat too Don't wanna coach you but the game relies on what I unfold to you I'm just a man, but not without a plan in hand I never bite the hand that feed me the sanity I need to fight the gland bandits, the mans with the grand wit Commandments for planetary panic, get the shaman dammit Savages on average damaging your chance and champ with bandwidth Stratocaster trap pastor blast them in the aftermath The propagandist with the proper operandi mock a sandfly's lie, covert sovereign hand signs Sleepwalkers eat, hog sheets, talk sheep, believe they monalise a beat, when it's really freaks is on a leash Mad depressing, do we last? ask the menace stat Maxillas clack when he snap, a rat-a-tat dentist Said this ain't a cla** act, splat! get the hazmat Ransack the hashish, rasta-pa**ing athlete Them peeps on a path lead to ma** weed relaxing Bless the club venue when you pull up in a Batwing The kids is all in character, sh** it's a cra** casting Fast, swing, bat back, the mad fad's apt to last Anthrax swag rap babble-a**, has to pa** f** it, don't flow, tell it how you gag schnapps Yups cup your nuts in public squares, wear slacks Act rare breed, speak smack 'til your egg cracks Legs lax, knees gel, a fella needs his brags back Step, check back in these dwellings when you check fact