Chemical inflection like Kool-Aid with Owsley
Wicked on the track, you know me
Drugstore Cowboy, down boy
Sit and listen check the load and
Open suddenly with the twin ring, ring connect then
Proceed to rip it like scissors
Comin' through your town like a fuckin' blizzard
Cheech wizard, hiding under a hat
I made the room L.Z. rock and liberate beat tracks
In the crate activate form of a black fist with the pick
You know me, rollin' with my clique the One-Inch Punch
Send these bastards back to lunch
Come on leave the grind, you know it's time to down
Soon the world will seed the sands of time, a born will be sound
Holla us, hold the note and then the mic gets spoke
Another day into the Dharma like a wheel to a spoke
Like a particle of what your mind converted to choke
I never worry about the dollars so I'll never be broke
You know I understand but still I really don't understand
Strictly guided by the breeze, my shit can never be planned
Ain't a man alive but bold enough to just dance trill
He tried to corner but she thought to move in inches and flinch
Blast off the canvas and you know it's inevitable
Smoking classic One-Inch Punch, we're mad incredible
