I Raise the ceiling degrees 4-5-1 That rise like the tension on the Air Force One, When the river's hot it burns your lungs – polluted creeks, Ignite, in the night, my might, like iron pyrite Science texture I indite, Appolo’s diamond dynamite That shine like the moon, in a dying giant’s afterlife, Drinking rubble in a runny-down saloon, *heat* Now raise your fingers in a fifty gun salute Signs and quarter tones, and growth through overlords And holes in the ozone that’s aztec in ascendance, When the galaxy is on my breath I'm deadly, I had several molotovs for breakfast drowning mazdas in the embers So of course see Mohabi, kemosabi It’s no choice for them, as we sacrifice our bodies, Shadow monks is what is godly? We aiming for the sun and going down like kamikazes Heat Heat Heat Heat Heat Heat Heat Heat…X2 Disintegrate in a waterfall of pain like De Niro, sneering, dragging the ball and chain Al Pacino on the megaphone, the kid blew up like Al Capone, *Glang* glimpsed from explosions where the falcon’s flown, It’s prohibition with the care of charcoal filters, Amateurs make temperatures rise, or is it risen? Inner convection of the mantis praying Connections of the hammer’s pin This is the anthem of a desert It’s colours range from red to blue, boiling point to absolute Unbearably frigid, to enjoyment of the fruit, It’s a thin margin of error, a little too much heat, a have the mercury exploding through the lungs Stun and blast with hysteria, blistering credits Death amass an area of infinite loops I got the best heat on the planet..... bar none, smoking like standoffing with the sun Heat Heat Heat Heat Heat Heat Heat Heat…X2 I got that heat, she got that heat Together we gon bring it make it big in the streets (baby) I got that heat, She got that heat Together we gonna make it make or break industries

I get high when I can, it puts me in a state a mind, More agreeable to living in this daily grind, Recently, I've been feeling sublime Cuz the homie P-O-T got the smoke is fine Rizla roll got me baked like every evening, Getting high like a ritual Son I’m invincible reaching for the outer limits, It’s crazy that I'm still high and never tripping Some unsteadily tweak off the chemically – never me, Only smoke that purple leaf, Comes in different intensities of THC, CBN's and CBD's, Let it ease in, half an hour later, mad compliments your receiving, as they blaze the heem and you could feel it, C'mon y'all, and let's get.... High….(ascending) (x2) born to die so we live to get high (x4) Psychedelic dream warrior with imagery For me, weed produces euphoric energy, Making gramps Super Saiyan off the medication, Things are beautiful through wisdom of the crystal blazing Got that Afghani Hashplant, Kushberry Jack herrer, White widow, Blue Velvet, AK 47, Kali Mist, Northern Lights, Purple Haze, Jimi Hendrix Experience the colours of celestial mechanics When you puffin on the hubble you will travel like a planet, The brother Delta 9 knows where to find you, Knows the sands like the shaman that guides you, Supplies you, straight up surprise you, And make everything look so vibrant You know I’m trying to grow a whole island And it’s high time, that we get…. High….(ascending) (x2) born to die so we live to get high (x4) Yo pass me that smoking lamp Desert mouth as dry as Mos Eisley Smoke weed til my eyes bleed Roll a song and sprinkle a joint in I said sprinkle a joint in I love all different types of weeds Everything that grows under the horizon Take a two for the five-piece Smoke weed till my eyes bleed As dry as Mos Eisley You know the way we get down with the high grade My brains fertilizing Rhymes now possesed up in the nine-piece And it’s high time that we get…. High….(ascending) (x2) (Just a little higher..) born to die so we live to get high (x4)

So these are the moments that i've cherished now and are they gone? I guess the truth always seems more potent at dawn, I was wrong, nothing to lose, I was such a fool, They gave me music but I kicked them out the vestibule And let’s begin the tale of star-crossed musicians garbed, Who's tattered cloaks concealed plywood guitars, On the rooftop of the Duspa, and who thought that shit Would stay the same never glimpsed the passion from afar, Now they’re laying there – mirrors swinging, reflections Of the Mantis bear, a resemblance to visions Of electric chairs they can't compare to what wasn’t missing, He picks the pieces of grey matter from their hair The shackles on his wrist was itching, understandably, He gets so high that he could see the heavens twisted, And like lucifer, cast down, to the earth again, There’s no stronger love, than that, which foretells it’s fate And whether its just the beginning, or the final frame, I cast these wards heartstrings until your vital’s strained, And patch these cords like walls until the structure screams, Judas Iscariot, words beget eternal flames Every day you die x3 But tomorrow you're going to fly Every day you die, Every night we’re high Every day you die But tomorrow we’re going to fly They're laying there, martyred in their sunday best, Crocodile tears departed from this Father’s flesh Fall on ears deaf to the symphony of silence ‘til I broke the shotgun’s neck with a history of violence Zion to the faithful parted water with my every breath They played their fucking hearts out, until it tore their flesh, And now there laying there, staring at the sky fall down, I kneel to gently close eyes caress Tenderly the kind of scene make statues wept, Caressed the semi-automatic and heard the sound of music, They say he was blessed with a mothers intuition from the Amniotic, fluids leaking from the perforations in their bodies Humming, tripping the light fantastic, A quick prayer’s all he manages before his voice collapses, He wishes it could been different fam, How did it turn from bliss in the beginning, To sweet murder in his head? How did this love supreme become emptiness, Hollow sentiments dissolution of the chemistry Bred disillusionment, As if they weren’t playing with him, I guess they’re better off then buried dead Every day you die x3 But tomorrow you're going to fly Every day you die, Every night we’re high Every day you die But tomorrow we’re going to fly

See their skin, pale, painted with toxins, Lips mechanically assembled, with different products, Eyes glazed and puckered, vacant of lustre, Disabled catatonic brains praying to a metal goddess Look how they're walking, left foot right foot To their own destruction, see the smile that never touches, Their face when they're talking to you, White-knuckled clutching devices Fishmonger troglodytes under observation And who can blame them, when they're force-fed that Flavourless fucking porridge until their pace-maker ups and quits, Started from the womb, they were targeted, By lizards dressed as paediatricians that prod in secret They popped out, and were swaddled by corporations, Spinning wheels glow, nursery hymns repeated, Hypnotized by subliminal lullabies and noise polllutions, Base gods metamorphasized into sub-humans The red sun in my dreams is getting closer, Instinct is taking over, The goddess in my brain is getting hungry for burials, Cuz she controls the airwaves and they control the radio Dance, in a trance Into the future March of the future Dance… (x2) Caravans of reptilian antennae vibrating, That march like ants across the pavement, They're screaming but they can't hear themselves Inbred noise impure chips implanted in the sangria Lizards stampeding to the feeding bags – God is fake no wait, God is real, his proteins in the feeding banks Chemicals in the hemoglobin sustain vegetables, Slow-dripping their lives in sedatives remain Yeomans slither to the music of a funeral, Dissonant fugues and sickness in the water table, Resistance is filling your plate, Cross-pollination devastation drop fertility rates UAV's like insecticides on populations Overly concerned with that ticker-taped parade, Can you feel the darkness setting in? Beneath your skin, eating your flesh and laying eggs Orwellian prophecies fulfilled Machiavellian novalese unveiled, forked-tailed forked-horned Naw kid its more banal – nuclear winds, and fallen skies haunt my mentale, and you know it’s oh so foul So welcome to the tea party, right left it’s all the same, A false dilemma that’s presented to the now enslaved, Presented for your approval, until the grave, and if you Disobey they gonna lock you up in Arkham’s chains (chorus) This animal farm is governed by a new system, The darkness is setting in… This animal farm is governed by a new prince, The riacin’s setting in electric The collar ‘round my necks keeps getting tighter The crown of thorn no longer fits… These farm creatures governed by a new system, Not natural law, if it exists Super computers and satellites broadcast, Storm troopers on the move burn the crops The crown no longer fits… Trade the sword for the pick-axe Dance, in a trance Into the future, March of the Future Dance…. (x2)

Hello, I can't keep it mellow, you’re tuned into channel yellow Saying peace to saffron and getting my groove on I'm trying to change my channel (x2) Man forget about those other colours, Red, blue, they just bring me trouble, Channel yellow got me on another level But I'm always on another level, so best to assume nothing Hum a long for too long, and thoughts of brewing some Oolong and rolling a two long will come naturally, Perhaps I'm thinking of past lovers Low End Theory a bitch and bubbly Perhaps its nothing, Hundred grand under the mattress, The Shadow Monks interrupt your regular broadcast over odes of a Baptist church singing Mercy Mercy Me! Walk into screen, It makes something happen to me, No more channels changing, from now on, I’m only got time for that one station (chorus) (bridge) Yo hand me that remote control, Cuz it’s almost time for my favourite show, You know the one with the dog walking down the road, Hobo, it came on though around eleven Love could heal, at least from my standpoint, And I stand for what you but can't point to, It’s that force to which you’re drawn to, When the movement is on to something So DJ’s in the pockets keep it funky, Couch potatoes is channel flipping, When i slip to the sheets move ya hips ‘til it hurts Ladies make noise b-boys keep bunning C-H-A, double N-E-L Y-E double L, O, double V That’s the one for me, Psychedelic memories Sweet as honey And the flow is saffron (breakdown) Do not attempt to adjust your dial We are the Shadow Monks, And we are now in control of your televised broadcast… The news it doesn’t matter Sports, it doesn’t matter Soap opera, come on now... Look outside, look through the screen Asking what do you see? I see the birds, I see the trees, I see the heat C’mon now…Get up, Get up c’mon now Change the colours in your eyes… Change the patterns of your mind what do you see? I see the plants, I see the rivers, I see the trees I see the plants I see the rivers I see the trees (chorus) (bridge)

In beats and measures, the meter's kept in a cage tethered Every step’s remembered, history completes it's sentence, Back again the flesh is severed and dismembered, When all my memories is laid to rest and all that's left is legend I will, ‘cuz time is everything to the ants below How you living, With no time or no time to kill? In dreams where each moment is infinite, It seems that the hands of time is moving very extra slow… The grand illusion of the urgency, Slaving for these pennies, in the face of obsolescence This is a young man’s game, establish your legacy early, you know success is currency Smash the hourglass before you act the final curtains passed – artifacted, And all that’s left is sand that’s drifting, And realize that everything that came before was naturally the case, Don’t claim the future like a mistake Time, is just an end to a means Time, into the igneous veins My pain, is just a Praying Mantis in the ether, Emptying bottles and preserved in stasis (chorus) The casio ticks, innaccurate as the diamond chronoswiss See the more we try to measure time, The more it stays in flux, And consequently, time measures us, Up against the history in the frozen ground, The shadowmonks put down roots through the instruments, Feedback on a high level of contemplation – retreat, Time is an illusion, it’s not in our heads Institutionalized grandiose truth serums Talking ‘bout the here and now perceive its happening, My mind’s temple is blessed though it’s luminescence – essence, When its ruminating so the cosmos is in session Why commence to zero boost this two hours traffic They exclaim, a Herculean task if ever it was asked is The Shadow monks legit? When the glass face was shattered how many shards were gripped? When time calls we all stand up to look to the east My presence was born to never live with deceit and, Smash the gold piece, break the hands, Cuz even memories change like the seasons When time calls we all stand up to look to the east My presence was born to never live beyond a seed’s span Grandfather Mantis, Break the hands, Cuz even memories change like the seasons Check that timex glow, Where you at in the city of Smoke? We're gonna break the face of time Break Out…..

What about the ladies, they be looking fresh And the fellas? We stay deaf! Wat about the ladies “Hey Mantis” Uhhh…hey ladies… Hey brother can you spare me a dollar? Dizzy dame’s at large and you know I got’s to call her name, In my day I was a pimp cane walker, smooth talker, Mad game rocker, Soul train the spirit '74, mad customers knocking at my door, We didnt have a celly back then, On the corner, by the phonebox or the black benz Like AHHH SHIT I be down on my luck, Half my hoes like whatever, But don’t give a —— The point is the strut that we've perfected is well respected And that’s still what’s up This goes out to the ladies and the brothers Boogietronic daddy up in the mix The plan is to get the clientelle Cuz basically in the streets Sex Sells Disco shouts to the ladies and the brothers Boogietronic daddy up in the mix My plan is to get the clientelle Cuz basically in the streets Sex Sells Can you spare me a fin? I ain’t seen Marlene in weeks she probably dipped, Then again she was off her rocker, Walking down the street in a mink parka Anyways she was already spent, Tell me if you see a pair of leopard skin prints, Either way it was nice to know ya, Now I’m out with a big bang like super novas AHHH SHIT I be down on my luck, half my hoes like whatever, but don’t give a —— My point is the strut that we perfected is well respected, And that’s still what’s up (chorus) They should know… We got the funk for sure (x2) I tried to tell em up in the streets it’s like They should know by now Grandfather Mantis got that funk for sure (x2) Where my money at? Where my money at? C’mon baby you know I’d never play you like that Please don’t be mad…. Where my money at? Where my money at? Whatever daddy, you know I’m never holding it back And I got your cash…