Cyclone

Dub Pistols

(Here are the thrillseekers . . . corrupt, and immoral)



(Too much, too often)



I rip rock and gravel when I time travel

My rhyme busts shots with the beats that I battle

When I get in your head my thoughts become lead

Pipes that never get the C's out of bread

Straight beat the bloodstream

Try to come clean

Got interveaned by dream that was sweet

With a three-sixty degreee turn on the globe

And now you got me runnin' around my area code.



*CHORUS*

You got me runnin in a cyclone

You got me runnin in a cyclone

You got me runnin in a cyclone

Coma-overdose and I'm in the zone.

You got me runnin in a cyclone

You got me runnin in a cyclone

You got me runnin in a cyclone

Coma-overdose and I'm in the zone

(A'ight)



Three seats for the future

Birth on this earth

I go up from the step for my pen to exert

And the G's that revert from its natural source

If reversed, I take the opposite course

To avoid the steroids and the jack to my record

Because its style, its the style they neglected

By the natural physique on my way to the mental peak

That's when I flip the Unique Freak

Let my lyrics leak as the mountain goes through

I take one last look and take a giant leap

I take a giant leap

(I said what?)

I take a giant leap

(You got me what?)

I take a giant leap

(You got me what?)

I take a- (what?)

I take a-



You got me runnin in a cyclone

You got me runnin in a cyclone

You got me runnin in a cyclone

Coma-overdose and I'm in the zone.

You got me runnin in a cyclone

You got me runnin in a cyclone

You got me runnin in a cyclone

Coma-overdose and I'm in the zone

(A'ight)



(Creation Vibration)

(I said we goin on vacation)

(We goin on a freaky vibration)



...

You got me runnin in a cyclone

You got me runnin in a cyclone

You got me runnin in a cyclone

Coma-overdose and I'm in the zone.

You got me runn