Propaganda - The Chase

(Shing02) Let's get spiritual-ly moved to the heavens like Trekking under stars and the moon over sand dunes The call of the wild'll stir up your blood With no lemon or salt it's a natural high One trip you'll never wanna miss All parties involved getting' giddy like it's their first kiss Indeed, slip a tongue and cheek if you wanna But it won't stop the thrill or kill the mystique I'm a freak when the beat comes on, right Without touching down I'm in the red zone Hike x3 to the edge of the milky way Pack light speed no delay Off the shores of Pegasus I'ma megabust These outlandish styles that's never been seen on this side of the galaxy Bumpin' Doc Max in a space taxi Shotgun poppin' lines on the one and then some Servin' every plate to the max like dim sum Hymns sung in the praise of God Dem sons and daughters of man face the odds Stacked up against the wall like auto wrecks Lost in the shuffle better cut your own decks And your own checks no special efx Cut to the chase the real text for gen next (Doc Max) Let these words serve as only a second to the final 3599 Open your 3 eyes and your mind Stop then realize the mark Isn't hard to find, yet it's cleverly disguised in cloaked lies Preconceived stocks and bonds Between so-called enemies ties Read between the (red and white) lines True to the shit like flies One attracts the other Father to mother, sisters to brothers Spirits hovering like none other Kill the idiot box CNN is no friend of the "knocks" I'm paging GNN to <b>...</b>