Blast Beats

BLAST BEATS

(RHYTHMIC DRUMS AND HEAVY GUITAR INTRO)

(FLOWING BASS AND KEYBOARD JOIN IN)

I’VE GOT A LOT ON MY MIND GOT A LOT LEFT TO FIND-

NOT A BLIND MAN WHO’S GROPING IN THE DARK-

DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I WANT BUT I SURE KNOW WHAT I’VE GOT-

I KNOW MY BITE CAN BE WORSE THAN MY BARK-

MEETING EVERY DEADLINE-

MAKING EVERY HEADLINE-

CROSSING EVERY RED LINE-

AND I’M NEVER GETTING FED LINES-

I’M ON THE LINE THAT I WALK WHEN OTHERS MARK IT UP WITH CHALK AND ALL MY RHYMES ARE UP ABOVE COMMON REACH-

A ROCKER FROM THE SOUTH TOWN SAN DIEGO, BABY HARDCORE FROM IMPERIAL BEACH-

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I SPREAD MY WICKED SHIT

WORLDWIDE

WHILE STONERS GET FRIED

AN ILLUSION’S ALL YOU FIND

I KNOW I’VE GOT TO TRY AND FIND A KIND TO HELP ME BREAK FREE OF A BIND-

BUT INSOFAR ALL THAT I’VE TRIED HAS UP AND DIED-

LIKE A SIGN IT’S NOT BENIGN IT’S LIKE A MINE WITHOUT A MIND-

BUT EACH MISTAKE THAT I MAKE IT’S WHAT I FIND-

AND ALL YOU DO IS ASK WHY? WHY? WHY?

TRY TO FIND OUT WHY BEFORE YOU DIE YOU HEAR LIES AND REALIZE-

THAT IT’S ALL THE SAME FROM THE STONE AND THE BURNING EARTH INTO THE OCEAN AND THE SKIES-

AND WHEN THE HIGH TIDE RISES GONNA RISE UP ABOVE ALL THE LIES-

GOT TO GET WISE LIKE A WISE MAN-

I WON’T TELL YOU NO LIES MAN-

UNLESS I HAVE TO SO YOU GOT TO STAY SHARP-

DON’T GO FUCKING WITH A FOOL WHEN HE’S GOT A BROKEN HEART-

YOU MIGHT GET LOST IN THE DARK, THE IMPACT LEFT A MARK-

IF YOU’RE A GUPPY STAY AWAY FROM THE SHARKS-

I KNOW WHAT I BELIEVE

SO FAR BEHIND ME THE POSERS ALL LEAVE-

THEIR LIES DECIEVE, THESE SONS OF BITCHES GET NO PITY-

AND WHEN I OPEN THEM UP MY BLOODY KNUCKLES AIN’T PRETTY-

WHEN THEY BRING THE HEAT IT’S ALL DEFEAT I KEEP IT REAL, SO SWEET-

COME POPPING HEAT AND MEET ME DOWN AT THE SWAP MEAT-

DON’T CARE WHERE THEY’RE FROM, YOU KNOW THEY DON’T WANT NONE-

I POP SHOTS INTO THE SKY AND AT THE SUN-

AND WHEN THE SMOKE CLEARS AWAY I’M THE ONLY ONE-

HAVING FUN WHEN OTHERS RUN AWAY AFTER ONE HIT THEY ARE DONE-

THEY FINALLY GOT SOME BECAUSE WHEN I BUST BACK I SHOOT TO SMOKE I NEVER STUN-

AND THEN THEY’RE DONE-

I COUNT  IT THREE, TWO, ONE-

AND WHEN I AIM AWAY THEY RUN-

I ROCK AND ROLL UNTIL I DIE BECAUSE I’M HARDCORE SWEET-

AND SO YOU KNOW THAT I’M DOWN WITH THE MOTHERFUCKING BLAST BEATS!