My crew is full of vandals and hooligans,
weed smoke and hallucinogens.
(x4)

I'm raising the bar now….
Got a mission like NASA’s got my punk ass blasting' off from an ancient star cloud.
Pretty big brain so you better get smart now.
How much of their bullshit can you take till you see what we make's not just about art “WOWWW”
We’re smart as hell, but we cause a ruckus…bunch of sub punk mother fuckers.
Middle finger to anyone under the Sun
who thinks that they're above us.
Ain't no suckers, ain't fakers, ain't no cowards here.
Ain't no slaves, mayne your system's got no power here.
Roll with mottos like “THROW YOUR PHONE AWAY”,
trying to save you from not being a drone, okay?
we figured out this is the only way to float away from where all the cronies stay.
Ain't no phony play or corrupt Kony campaigns
we don't pop champagne, just get blazed as fuck and rage
If we don't like rules then we break em', don't got enough for these shoes, I'mma take em
Making hit tunes, hell yea all day son,
equipped with these brain ray guns.
Lotsa weed so I guess we're just modern hippies,
Robin Hood, so keep rockin’ with me,
Once I let go I can see the whole show now I suppose that’s why I'm constant tripping

My crew is full of vandals and hooligans,
weed smoke and hallucinogens.
(x4)

I'm just a hooligan, who’s lookin' whack at who's lookin' at me, while I look at them back.
Now wrap your mind around that while I cook up that rack and I hook up that track
I’m too smart for a suit and tie, so what'd I do?
Went and bought a suit and tie.
And now I help decrypt these truth and lies for all moderately conscious human eyes.

Own my own corporation, for intellectual masturbation and integral mass class persuasion.
Mind invasion,
audio vagrants…cause all this blind enslavement’s got me grindin' pavement.
Not worried about payments, if we need that then we'll make it.
Bitch, we're creative and unusual, turn a rebel yell into a musical
I think painting the cities is beautiful; we break through to the n00bz stuck in cubicles

So what have you been doin?
You'll probably ask me the same.
And I'll just shrug and a nudge to the fact I am probably currently hacking your brain.

In current terms we’re defined as the delinquents,
but that's because our drugs and thoughts got people thinkin'…
we're not the stinking burnt out trash them leaders labeled us!
This elite poker game is about to get it's table fucked by vandals and hooligans.
weed smoke, and hallucinogens
vandals and hooligans
weed smoke, and hallucinogens
vandals and hooligans
weed smoke, and hallucinogens
vandals and hooligans

"We came to blow your system. Know what I'm saying, kill it or die, braggin' about how you had it all dialed well what's up now when your shit is BLOWN…"
(x2)

Blown to the grown - Old system, loading em out
Yo bro stop moping around, get pissed at the pigs start mowin' em down
We're potent and proud, got messages of revolt.

So turn on,
tune in,
drop out,
plug in;
get your brain wave on that jolt

Yeah we're like lighting man it's so exciting how we battle wars without even fighting.
We're just hyphy straight to your psyche, we have no type.

We just like being anonymous and informative. Totally with it, but non-conformative
not so much on that normal shit, chameleons with that Normman tip…
God damn, like a gang of upset Einstein's
Foul mouthed fuckers bringing shadiness to the limelight
In hindsight you can see we're not just artists, we bring pills like Morpheus
and shit's just getting' started
so welcome family, and friends
to the battle that never ends

Where you choose to side, is a decision in life that really just depends on what you stand for, and who you are.

They treat us like dirt, but we're kids of the stars.
Socially obsessed with the shoes and the cars, booze and the breasts and the tubes and the bars.

I got brothers who do physics like it's no biggie,
other brothers will knock you out when I go pink piggy
getting' trippy; there's no way to say it simply.
Our minds have expanded to the dimensions of infinite, and now we're rollin'.
And we came to fuck your system.
We mix and mingle sharing thought-streams in an instant.
We glitchin';
2012-Type pimpin',

We're not for everyone, but a select few who can listen.