[Biolante]Fast lane!...3, 2, 1, GO![Biolante]Only God is judged, never plea the caseOh reason where is the truth, we can never eraseI've fallen from Grace, black nor faceOunce of green smoke, jack wit no chasePeddle on the floor, thirsty for score, FastlaneDestination: top of the cash gameSee keep like a missle with mad aimYou can't blameMissin spirits who campaignA mystery at most, universal most stee is hotYup off in the knotVision clear like a Hindu with the third eye dotWe be wig...nah baby that's my word I gotNuff rhymes, tuff times try talkin to kidsWho walk around thinkin that (God) doesn't forgiveLife in the self is like a bidAnd if you scared to die then you scared to liveAin't it a shame dealin with the remainHennesey on the brain, travel the plane[Biolante]Will the copy cats twist the def traps, bliss the sex rapsBlind to jet black, the matters awake in response since came to lifeSingin a seance, escape the realmBly swift like 'o' at, fake jacks a castCatch two smacks, gentlemen relaxBlaze trails that haven't been traveled in a whileScatter clues for those who equate the style[Biolante]Cruisin in the Lex out the window seatWhile I be trippin off the rhyme bop my head to the beatI can't speak on delirious mood swingsTrue crowns, a helmed at the true kingsTell ya take it back straighten, money makinLight we sign awaken, idle mind oversakenNo debatin on the vestle that we navigatinGravitatin, schemin, leave 'em standin waitinSpecialize in futuristic mental picture paintinWe are slave to sick ways, I'm quenchin with thirstGift of a new day they seem like a curseWhat we made, penetrate the charadeThe incision is barely felt from the sharpness of the bladeMovin motionless through this masqueradeLoomin in the dark, but justice save a spark (Rock)Like a match made in Heaven and Hell apartBut still one, if it's life we startSo real reveal, sign is sealedWhat we feels translates to mealsThat 9 to 5 shit is no joke, muscle inScientist but don't look upon my hustlin[Biolante]Will the copy cats twist the def traps, bliss the sex rapsBlind to jet black, the matters awake in response since came to lifeSingin a seance, escape the realmBly swift like 'o' at, fake jacks a castCatch two smacks, gentlemen relaxBlaze trails that haven't been traveled in a whileScatter clues for those who equate the styleLook at them, those two space monsters. The one with the three heads is King Geedorah.And that one's Gigan. We are controlling them.