I blow smoke rings and trace the outline, wile the world’s at war you know I’m feeling fine.  I blow smoke rings and trace the outline, don’t need a gold mine I’ve got my peace of mind. Don’t need a gold mine I’ve got my peace of mind sitting here I’m so near to the night sky touch the moon make it shine bright smoke rings touch my tears make them run dry. It’s sublime its subliminal every moment is critical ‘cos you never know when you live or die so you may as well live your life high from the fumes as I burn bright pass it to the left not the right in this quest for insight. 

I blow smoke rings and trace the outline, while the worlds at war you know I’m feeling fine. I blow smoke rings and trace the outline, while the worlds at war I’m feeling fine. 

As these lyrics that I reel off you realise there’s more to life than what you see but fear not ‘cos as time stops nothing else exists but my next paradox spitting methods that are unorthodox lyrics that criss-cross and get you tied in knots you’re lost and can’t be found lost in the sound I’m thinking shit so profound that when I get the microphone I astound touch a soul like James Brown I’m going round and round I’m like time traveling through your heart and your mind see every line I spit is like a new astrological find I’m like the next breath you take subtle and sublime but still crucial mix alkaline with acid and make it neutral but my tongues still acidic spitting venom at my critics I’m a gem not a midget mix any chemicals you want but you never poison my lyrics I balance with any chemicals cause more pleasure than any touch of your genitals yo I’m on the thin line of saying and hysterical but me and this life we’re still symmetrical. 

I blow smoke rings and trace the outline, while the worlds at war I’m feeling fine. I blow smoke rings and trace the outline, don’t need a gold mine I’ve got my peace of mind.