Cough your way
Through the haze
And blast speakers
Shouting our waves
Away it blaze the fire
Make it burn them
We will fuck you up
No need to stop
Or pause the music
To refuel
Our joints and buds
Are that much more
Cruel
Machete in hand
Cut down the land
Slash and burn
Dragon in hand
Crops rolled by fingers
In lips they linger
Away it blaze the fire
Make it burn them
Char their bodies the
Warlords controlling
Meadows of good vibes
With rifles and shotguns
Deliver them gold
Drench in napalm
As they fire at you
Burning all the while
Flesh boils
Weed burns
Making the way
Through the fields
Gods of the forge
Men of perdition
Can’t think of a thing
Through this vision
But to keep up the yield
Carry the mission
Away it blaze the fire
Make it burn them
This vibe we wield
So confident
Music steps up
To be so bold
We will fuck you up
No need to stop
Or pause the music
To refuel
Away it blaze the fire
Make it burn them
Consume Reality! 