[Verse - Chester P]

Spaceman type o' life wi' cyphe winding

Mind your blind binded bites like Mike Tyson

Candid cam fighting, night with white bison's

Might, might find some candy-man licence

Shoestring strung up indoors with 5 pythons

Forked tongue trident blues and 2's hybrids

Eye to eye Isis, wall to wall crisis

Isis in a crisis screaming to the whiteness

Save me!!

Dreaming in a foreign tongue lately of a two headed baby

Crying God made me, maybe

Caught up in another psychosis

Years of high dosage

Roller coast roastage

Drugs and hypnosis

Notes with high postage

Makes your toes twist and shift in life's process

I used to travel in Rocess with dripped toes

Lip rolled tuck in my shirt and smoke sess

A young Chess, dutty as shite and so blessed

Learned to protest wrote text to progress, in the slipstream

Demons are rife to whip dreams, in slim jeans

Prettiest queens with grim schemes

I'm so fucked bitter and drunk and fresh faced

Task Force, backing my soul of fresh tastes

Sight the fresh wave, we've seen our best days

"You're joking??"

Gimme some beats and let's blaze

I'm dreaming in a foreign tongue lately of a two headed baby

Screaming God made me

"Save Me!"

Dreaming of a two headed baby screaming God made me

"Save Me!"

Dreaming in a foreign tongue lately of a two headed baby

Screaming God made me

"Save Me!"

I'm dreaming of a two headed baby

Screaming God made me

"Save Me!"

Task Force, Task Force, Task Force...