Deca, DJ AWHAT!!, Ichiban - Flight Path lyrics
[Deca, DJ AWHAT!!, Ichiban - Flight Path lyrics]
How’s it goin? Good
Here’s a change here’s a change of pace
Here they come
Out the gate baggin’ up dust from the crates
For my man Chuck we've been out
Of touch as of late
High powered uncut weight, have a taste
One hit of this and it’s
Straight to outer space
Decompress, take a seat give your feet a rest
No need to beat around the Chia Pet be direct
A jewel fished from a cesspool of deep regret
Here’s your brain
Here’s a fried egg from an eagle’s nest
Mission control, let’s get on the road
I received the transmission and
I’m itchin' to go
We got tapeworms plottin’ to
Imprison our souls
And lost ones takin’ everything
That glitters for gold
Ribbons and bows, colorful things
Insidious robes of covetous beings
Envision the goal, scrub the latrine
Keep it clean she stepped out a scene from a
Silver screen dream with the medicine
Heaven sent I been on the
Right track ever since
The flight path from earth
To where we’re headed
It’s straight and narrow but the ship
Veers if you let it
Soakin’ up solar rays here until I exit
To the engineer goes the
Cheers and the credit trust the process
Good luck and god bless
Get the cracks and the crevices
Dust the cobwebs
Ah yes clutch the object of my affection
Polar opposites that have
Caught the connection
Magnetic embedded direct in the condenser
Ants in a stance and it vibrates the sensor
Re-perception willin’ to go the depth
Sunken ship treasure chest where
The gold is kept
Souls connected admire how the sparks fly
The archive attached to the hard drive
Pays tribute full spread in the tribune
Get your paper the issues continue that
Pulp fiction straight through the chest plate
Find the headspace then off to the next phase
Chemistry, destiny when I heard the call
So I stand in the deliver
’til the curtains fall
Where we go from here only god knows
Name of the Father
The Son and Espíritu Santo
Listen it’s best to fine tune your perception
Funk with the funk the funk with the funk
Back the funk, feed the funk, hype the funk
Insp - insp - insp -
Inspire plus ample insurrection
Funk with the funk the funk with the funk
Back - back - back - back - back the funk
Feed the funk and all that junk
I get busy - izzy - izzy
Listen it’s best to fine tune your perception
I get busy - izzy - izzy
Back - back - back - back
Listen it’s best to fine tune your perception
Funk with the funk and all that junk
I get busy
Here’s a change here’s a change of pace
Here they come
Out the gate baggin’ up dust from the crates
For my man Chuck we've been out
Of touch as of late
High powered uncut weight, have a taste
One hit of this and it’s
Straight to outer space
Decompress, take a seat give your feet a rest
No need to beat around the Chia Pet be direct
A jewel fished from a cesspool of deep regret
Here’s your brain
Here’s a fried egg from an eagle’s nest
Mission control, let’s get on the road
I received the transmission and
I’m itchin' to go
We got tapeworms plottin’ to
Imprison our souls
And lost ones takin’ everything
That glitters for gold
Ribbons and bows, colorful things
Insidious robes of covetous beings
Envision the goal, scrub the latrine
Keep it clean she stepped out a scene from a
Silver screen dream with the medicine
Heaven sent I been on the
Right track ever since
The flight path from earth
To where we’re headed
It’s straight and narrow but the ship
Veers if you let it
Soakin’ up solar rays here until I exit
To the engineer goes the
Cheers and the credit trust the process
Good luck and god bless
Get the cracks and the crevices
Dust the cobwebs
Ah yes clutch the object of my affection
Polar opposites that have
Caught the connection
Magnetic embedded direct in the condenser
Ants in a stance and it vibrates the sensor
Re-perception willin’ to go the depth
Sunken ship treasure chest where
The gold is kept
Souls connected admire how the sparks fly
The archive attached to the hard drive
Pays tribute full spread in the tribune
Get your paper the issues continue that
Pulp fiction straight through the chest plate
Find the headspace then off to the next phase
Chemistry, destiny when I heard the call
So I stand in the deliver
’til the curtains fall
Where we go from here only god knows
Name of the Father
The Son and Espíritu Santo
Listen it’s best to fine tune your perception
Funk with the funk the funk with the funk
Back the funk, feed the funk, hype the funk
Insp - insp - insp -
Inspire plus ample insurrection
Funk with the funk the funk with the funk
Back - back - back - back - back the funk
Feed the funk and all that junk
I get busy - izzy - izzy
Listen it’s best to fine tune your perception
I get busy - izzy - izzy
Back - back - back - back
Listen it’s best to fine tune your perception
Funk with the funk and all that junk
I get busy