Rasta Cyborg

I’m alive, but I almost was dead
Saved my life, saved this dread
Instead of I winding up in a morgue
They turned me into Ay! a cyborg
They turned me into Ay! a cyborg
Me I cyborg Rasta I dread
Built in bong in mechanical head
And when I get that sinsemilla buzz
Half don’t know what the other half does
Half don’t know what the other half does
Cause I’m half machine half man
Eyes are real and so are the hands
I oil my feet oil my head
For my mind, Ay! Jamaican red
For my mind, Ay! Jamaican red
Talking about experimentation
Talking about altering vibrations
Talking about incorporation
Talking about scientific motivation
Me I cyborg Rasta I dread
Built in bong in mechanical head
And when I get that sinsemilla buzz
Half don’t know what the other half does
Half don’t know what the other half does
Cause I’m half machine half man
Eyes are real and so are the hands
I oil my feet oil my head
For my mind, Ay! Jamaican red
For my mind, Ay! Jamaican red
I smoke thirty bongs a day
My lungs are made of steel they don’t have to pay
The water in my bong comes from Montego Bay
And me pocket is filled with a sensei