In the Zone Always by The Natural Profane Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Trippers don’t pause when the bass is blaring
Got your pulses pumping when the waves start setting in
Sideways with the face of a barbarian
Personification of every partygoer present
Who can sweet talk to women and get it going
Keep it calm and collected
Make them enjoy it on the regular
Exhale and I become a different character
Everything opposite, crushing klonopins to parachute them back
Pick up a patrol car, take a joyride
Through the Riverwalk just to barhop all night
“Wait a second; is he serious?”
Of course not
We belong on the front page of a Boy’s Life
Deep down I’m a socially awkward guy to talk with
Even at my own concert
I’m not applauded by the people when they watch it
And I’ve never brought a girl to my apartment
But I promise that I’m…
[Chorus]
(Always)
In the zone
Leaders of the free world get dethroned
Tell me: how far are you willing to go?
Psychedelics? (Check)
Liquor? (Check, check)
Here we go
Always in the mood for weird
Always in the room when the ‘shrooms appear
So baby don’t fuck with what you don’t understand
And don’t come too close
(Always)
In the zone
Leaders of the free world get dethroned
Tell me, how far are you willing to go?
Psychedelic check
If you want to trip, let me know
You’ve got me in my zone now
Zoned out
Don’t fuck with what you don’t understand
And don’t come too close
[Verse two]
Most hipsters I meet on campus
Are too ditzy for me to interact with
Steppin’
Always at the parties going off about the 9/11 truth:
“Bro, what about Tower Seven?”
Look, Brad: bro, I swear to God
Nobody wants to have this conversation high
And neither of us in the proper state of mind
To be talking about the Illuminati
Say goodnight now
Look at the old David and then compare him
To the verbal anomalies I inherit in the current
And you’ll see why my words’a be making other rappers nervous
In cypher circles no other human being can withstand the endurance
(Oh, now you’ve got me, now you’ve got me in my zone)
How am I possibly gonna become a famous rapper?
Girl, my face looks like the Proactive “before” and not the “after”
But I’m…
[Chorus]
[Verse three]
Don’t hate on the people that you party with
We don’t know what the value of life is
You can aim to be righteous
And seek glimpses of God in the sun when it rises
You can stick to your conscience
Or you can accept the discoveries of science
The ones that tell us that it’s better to embellish
Animal life on this planet
‘Cause when you pass, it’s over
The verbal handgun toter
Biographical magnum opus
Forget about what your pastor told ya
It’s all bullshit
The magnolias grow out of the concrete and spread foliage
It’s a product of the natural order
With no purpose under the surface
Other than the seeds they inject the earth with
So I’m always looking out for the reapers
Keeping the real personality a secret
My friends are X-Box Live-, MMO-playing
Twenty-sided-die-rolling J. K. Rowling readers
Always getting high as a bitch
Always, all day, ‘til my final breath
I might as well pop everything I get my hands on
Fair game if I ain’t tried it yet
Always in the mood for the trippin'
Pabula mescula powder
Nose drippin'
I’m not exactly the person people picture
When they think of a rapper
But wait ‘til I get on the set list
[Outro]
Don’t fuck with what you don’t understand
And don’t come too close
(Always)
Trippers don’t pause when the bass is blaring
Got your pulses pumping when the waves start setting in
Sideways with the face of a barbarian
Personification of every partygoer present
Who can sweet talk to women and get it going
Keep it calm and collected
Make them enjoy it on the regular
Exhale and I become a different character
Everything opposite, crushing klonopins to parachute them back
Pick up a patrol car, take a joyride
Through the Riverwalk just to barhop all night
“Wait a second; is he serious?”
Of course not
We belong on the front page of a Boy’s Life
Deep down I’m a socially awkward guy to talk with
Even at my own concert
I’m not applauded by the people when they watch it
And I’ve never brought a girl to my apartment
But I promise that I’m…
[Chorus]
(Always)
In the zone
Leaders of the free world get dethroned
Tell me: how far are you willing to go?
Psychedelics? (Check)
Liquor? (Check, check)
Here we go
Always in the mood for weird
Always in the room when the ‘shrooms appear
So baby don’t fuck with what you don’t understand
And don’t come too close
(Always)
In the zone
Leaders of the free world get dethroned
Tell me, how far are you willing to go?
Psychedelic check
If you want to trip, let me know
You’ve got me in my zone now
Zoned out
Don’t fuck with what you don’t understand
And don’t come too close
[Verse two]
Most hipsters I meet on campus
Are too ditzy for me to interact with
Steppin’
Always at the parties going off about the 9/11 truth:
“Bro, what about Tower Seven?”
Look, Brad: bro, I swear to God
Nobody wants to have this conversation high
And neither of us in the proper state of mind
To be talking about the Illuminati
Say goodnight now
Look at the old David and then compare him
To the verbal anomalies I inherit in the current
And you’ll see why my words’a be making other rappers nervous
In cypher circles no other human being can withstand the endurance
(Oh, now you’ve got me, now you’ve got me in my zone)
How am I possibly gonna become a famous rapper?
Girl, my face looks like the Proactive “before” and not the “after”
But I’m…
[Chorus]
[Verse three]
Don’t hate on the people that you party with
We don’t know what the value of life is
You can aim to be righteous
And seek glimpses of God in the sun when it rises
You can stick to your conscience
Or you can accept the discoveries of science
The ones that tell us that it’s better to embellish
Animal life on this planet
‘Cause when you pass, it’s over
The verbal handgun toter
Biographical magnum opus
Forget about what your pastor told ya
It’s all bullshit
The magnolias grow out of the concrete and spread foliage
It’s a product of the natural order
With no purpose under the surface
Other than the seeds they inject the earth with
So I’m always looking out for the reapers
Keeping the real personality a secret
My friends are X-Box Live-, MMO-playing
Twenty-sided-die-rolling J. K. Rowling readers
Always getting high as a bitch
Always, all day, ‘til my final breath
I might as well pop everything I get my hands on
Fair game if I ain’t tried it yet
Always in the mood for the trippin'
Pabula mescula powder
Nose drippin'
I’m not exactly the person people picture
When they think of a rapper
But wait ‘til I get on the set list
[Outro]
Don’t fuck with what you don’t understand
And don’t come too close
(Always)