Speed of Light

The Dub Pistols control this shit

Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse

Miles away and we can still see the metropolis

Disappearing slowly into the distance, no stopping this

Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars

And travel through the Milky Way

We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light

We're on a trip to space where the average man ain't been

The ground is flooded with rain to keep the Earth clean

We communicate through radio waves

We're the controllers of the ship and see sights that amaze

Searching all corners of the Milky Way and galaxy

You won't believe the types of things that we were forced to see

Wait for the satellites, wet your appetites

From the distance we see the sun, it's a ball of light

You need a microscope to see the Earth even exists

And it feels like we've been suspended in space for years

Nothing to do but think and wonder what we'll see when we land

Could this be the missing link in the bigger plan

The Dub Pistols control this shit

Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse

Miles away and we can still see the metropolis

Disappearing slowly into the distance, no stopping this

Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars

And travel through the Milky Way

We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light

Rhymes on tapes, mics turn them into space flights

Aerodynamics fly frantic with the Blade, right

Pushing orbital in a low tech, cruising tight

Pictures sneaking by from the glare of the computer lights

Should have bought the tinted window, spent it all on endo

From the dude at the last stop with three eyes and the flat top

Wanted for smuggling in illegal spacecraft

Don't know if we'll ever make it back

Now we're off track, being chased by patrols

Pull it together, hands back on the controls

Tailspins, barrel rolls out of narrow places

To the center of a meteor, they can no longer trace us

The Dub Pistols control this shit

Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse

Miles away and we can still see the metropolis

Disappearing slowly into the distance, no stopping this

Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars

And travel through the Milky Way

We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light

They educated us and even taught us how to breathe

Gave us the diet of the food that we would have to eat

Stick to the rations, never know what can happen

Run out of fuel and you might never get back in (Word up)

Three humans in the space of five meters squared

Dressed in space suits attached to canisters of air

Alien lifeform could possibly be a threat

If that's the case, push the button and eject

They could be hostile, worse than on the X-Files

Don't try to talk to them, 'cause they don't talk back, that ain't their style

Don't be a hero, this ain't a movie, you ain't De Niro

Don't try to test them because if you do you'll be gone in zero

The Dub Pistols control this shit

Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse

Miles away and we can still see the metropolis

Disappearing slowly into the distance, no stopping this

Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars

And travel through the Milky Way

We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light