[Intro]
[distorted electric guitar riff, heavy kick drum]
Highways, halo
White dust blow
Stones on high watch the halo fall slow
[Chorus]
[full band enters, power chords, aggressive vocals]
We build the pipeline to the vein
Go on the label, blood in the chain
You chase the smoke, we package the pain
From lab to shelf, we're in your brain
Hey! Hey! Hey!
[Verse 1]
[guitar becomes palm-muted, rhythmic rapping]
Mr. Lyrical, clinical
Stamp my mark, all digital
Hairless shaman, spiritual
Turn a coffin into capital
Boxes in a cardboard coffin (coffin)
Barcodes blessing every offering (offering)
Paper trail cleaner than an off-ramp plate
Stayin' off the side door, slidin' that stamp
Sirens hum above the plan
Clipboard lies can't catch what we can
Lobby cash grinnin' in my face
Every function's still a crime in the case
Corporate choir in the glass wall spire
Grey suit pusher with the powder empire
I raked the alley, they raised the tab
I bagged the bundle, they blessed the bag (woo!)
[Chorus]
[distorted guitar swells]
We build the pipeline to the vein
Go on the label, blood in the chain
You chase the smoke, we package the pain
From lab to shelf, we're in your brain
Hey! Hey! Hey!
[Verse 2]
[bass-heavy percussion, staccato delivery]
Pills on a pallet, wrapped like prayer
Ship that sermon everywhere
Clinic at the corner, in a slow bleed
Doctor writes scripture for a street need
Little orange soldier in your nightstand
March into your mouth on command
Insurance pays me, addict grazes me
Whole town shakin' while it lays me
Steel boots stompin' in the flicker of pharmacy
Fluorescent buzz, I taste the hypocrisy
Grinnin' on the ref with the suitcase smile
Sellin' relief by the metric mile
I cut the big for a pocket of dust
He learned the recipe from the trust
Posters preach safety on the wall
Chart spell, target 'em all
[Bridge]
[vocals become more melodic and strained]
You chase halos in the alley
I move millions through the tally
White coat choir sings my hymn
Every refill drags them in
Hey! Hey!
If I'm bound to be dope kickin'
I drown in a tide I can't swim
Your face in a suit, in a mask, in a hood
You sell me the sin, we just move what you would
[guitar feedback, final drum hit]
PrinceShawn
