Xeal - This Type of Incense Lyrics

We get it, we gotta go
Incense in this instant isn't a pleasant scent
By those individuals opinions
Blow it in vicinity, go get them
Higher, higher for the low and it's a simple mission
Burn up incense, it's to cover
Draggin' blunts off in the junker
Between physics and academy until summer
Physically can't be half-in, all or nothin'
Figuratively all I feel is hunger
Literally under all my hunters
Separate the work and play
The fighter from the lover

Laymen and trained men go crazy when faced with the jungle
Hey just don't let it go and start up another Fort Sumter
Another one of them is gonna smother us and then who says in God we trust
Playin' with the card and the bars 'til the pitch dark sun up (one up, one up, one up)
I was sent by the aliens
Yes I been in the area
Test strips, it's in the air and us
Get the kits, masks, and the tear it up

Incense in this instant isn't a pleasant scent
By those individuals opinions
Blow it in vicinity, go get them
Higher, higher for the low and it's a simple mission
Burn up incense, it's to cover
Draggin' blunts off in the junker
Between physics and academy until summer
Physically can't be half-in, all or nothin'
Figuratively all I feel is hunger
Literally under all my hunters
Separate the work and play
The fighter from the lover
(Finish them)

Riders end the night in silence, lights and fire
Violence finds its way through every crevice, crest and pit, it never quits
Through every tunnel, very subtle
Riders end the night
Alright where's the lighter and pipe
Got the cider, don't sip
Fingertip hold the side of the rip
Get the vice in a vice-like grip
Take a hit by the light of my Bic
Find it's right about twice the height of sky six
Money Matrix, some 'bout the scent get 'em good in the faces
Blunt and grapes in, punch in the spliff, hit the wood for the basis
Yeah, yeah (That Nag Champa)

Incense in this instant isn't a pleasant scent
By those individuals opinions
Blow it in vicinity, go get them
Higher, higher for the low and it's a simple mission
Burn up incense, it's to cover
Draggin' blunts off in the junker
Between physics and academy until summer
Physically can't be half-in, all or nothin'
Figuratively all I feel is hunger
Literally under all my hunters
Separate the work and play
The fighter from the lover

I am a fighter
I am a lover
I am a rider
I burn the rubber
I am a fighter
I am a lover
I burn the rubber
I burn the rubber
This type of incense, man
It's different
Shit reeks