Fastlane

[Intro] Fast lane [Verse 1: Biolante (AKA Kurious)] 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 cash game Seek heat like a missile with mad aim You can’t blame missing spirits who campaign A mystery to most, universal Most see as hot, yup, more often than not Vision clear like a Hindu with the third eye dot We be weak… not, baby–that’s my word. I got ‘Nough rhymes, tough times, try talking to kids Who walk around thinking that (God) doesn’t forgive (Uh) Life in itself is like a bid And if you scared to die, then you scared to live Ain’t it a shame? Dealing with the remain Hennessy on the brain, travel the plane [Chorus: Biolante (AKA Kurious)] World of copycats, twisted deathtraps Bliss the sex raps, wine to jet-black Matters awake in response, since came to life Singing a séance, escape the realm Fly swift like old hat, fake jacks and cats Catch two smacks. (Back up) Gentlemen, relax Blaze trails that haven’t been traveled in a while Scatter clues for those who equate the style [Verse 2: Biolante (AKA Kurious)] Cruising in the Lex out the window seat While I be tripping off the rhyme, bop my head to the beat I can’t speak on delirious mood swings True crowns are handed to true kings Title-taking, back straightened, money-making Vital sign awaken, idle minds go to Satan No debating on the vessel that we navigating Gravitating, scheming, leave ‘em standing, waiting Specialize in futuristic mental picture-painting.. We’re enslaved to sick ways, I’m quenching with thirst Gift of a new day that seem like a curse With what we made, penetrate the charade Incision is barely felt from the sharpness of the blade Moving motionless through this masquerade Looming in the dark but just to say we spark (What?) A match made in Heaven and Hell apart (Yeah) But still one if it’s life we start (Uh) So real, revealed, signed and sealed What we feels translates to meals That 9-to-5 shit is no joke Muscling, scientist, but don’t look down upon my hustling [Chorus: Biolante (AKA Kurious)] World of copycats, twisted deathtraps Bliss the sex raps, wine to jet-black Matters awake in response, since came to life Singing a séance, escape the realm Fly swift like old hat, fake jacks and cats Catch two smacks. (Back up) Gentlemen, relax Blaze trails that haven’t been traveled in a while Scatter clues for those who equate the style [Outro: Sample] 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