Dub Pistols Running in a Cyclone Lyrics

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
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.