Vice City

Lyrics

Yo, Jehst Chainmail wife-beater Nuke Proof Suit Under the weather, all weather, durags (One size fits all) Word Computer, engage! I revolve around science Peep how I hold the microphone appliance Protection against the elements Sci-fi violence live from the tenements Venomous residents Nightlife revellers Hi-fis drown out the nightclub pestilence You wake up and your pockets are penniless? Go job centre, cuss about your benefits I'm on the guest list Swift with a next spliff Bic scribble quick That's the pace that I'm living with Technotronic and hydroponic chronic For the third kaleidoscopic optic [Chorus] Cop that Chop that Bag it up Shot that Cop that Chop that Bag it up Shot that Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City) Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City) [Verse 2] As I travel at a breakneck speed I can see neon lights shimmer of the rain drenched streets Struggling to make ends meet Night air's thick with fragrance of blazing trees The hum of TV's raising seeds Water the plants with the poison the media feeds It's just Me and the beast MPC on repeat Talking to God trying to make my peace In tomorrow's world Yesterday's future Searching for never land Man and computer, unified For the human parasite Leap from the ledge in pursuit of paradise (Ahh!) Suicidal decision Religious fanaticism I sit back with a back of issm And strap that Let my thoughts get abstract Lead Zeppelin I step heavy as an AT-AT [Chorus] Cop that Chop that Bag it up Shot that Cop that Chop that Bag it up Shot that Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City) Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City) [Verse 3] Yo, the chaos of my love is like fire from the belly of hell The most tragic yet hilarious as hell My skin crawls with an insect form of osmosis A beautiful vision of human cockroaches Job seekers, slackers Suits and ties for their baby killers and mind-snatchers Mind your manners My manor's madness Mad chicks, sexually active man magnets Mad Max shit Back to the matrix Plug in Overload and start bugging 'Cause consciousness is a curse It's the reason we love, the reason love hurts You see them lovebirds? Nothing but a chicken and a rooster [? 2:45] I'm giving 'em a booster The flower children Lost in the cityscape Build them a greenhouse Let them facilitate 'Til then? You ain't putting nothing on my dinnerplate Pussyhole breddas letting dickheads dictate That's something that I ain't into mate Kids wanna imitate a fake lifestyle that they simulate [Chorus] Cop that Chop that Bag it up Shot that Cop that Chop that Bag it up Shot that Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City) Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City) Cop that Chop that Bag it up Shot that Cop that Chop that Bag it up Shot that Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City) Where're we at? Vice City (Vice City) (Yo, yo, yo)