Mean Machine

Smooth killers are out for delivery No one will stop them, blowing your mind free Bags are loaded with the sweetest cream The rhythm of the holy smoke shakes your broken knee And you just pass the high Have you ever thought of getting chickpeas in Palestine? Have you ever thought of sababa days in Israel? Old friends need to drink a sweet black tea We drove miles and miles for hours to get high on our dream Catch a fire, blow it on Mean machine is rolling on Sound system`s clashing and the heartbeat stays alive For years and years, I watch your back and you watch mine A gang for the rest of our life, the sweetest partners in crime You wanna rip us off, but it is mean machine lunchtime