So this, this thing This thing I hear is going down You know, it, it ain't about punk And it ain't about the scene And you stupid fucking nerds Are sitting, sitting indoors, man I'm out, on, the street, dig it? And I'm out here on the street where it goes down Not indoors In the record stores I'm making it go down here Dig it? Check it out It's a scene The scene that never was, and there never will be You never was, you never will be I am here, where it is real So get wise, fucker! ♪ Check it out Scraping the skylines with hypnotic observations Swooping and surfing over lyrical substations Embrace the flame again and again Like passion and pain, hand in hand with each other ♪ This thing I hear is going down Sliding Deeper I'm gliding Shooting I am deeper than you Bombs wired to my chest, I'll lace the building with bugs 'Cause you'll always be behind me, slip-streaming my buzz See me rocket off into the ozone layer Spiralling off into the ether Slip-streaming our buzz Slip-streaming our buzz Slip-streaming our buzz Slip-streaming our buzz Into the ether I'm making it go down here Dig it? Sliding And I'm out here on the street where it goes down Deeper I'm gliding Check it out Shooting I am deeper than you Into the ether (So get wise fucker) Sliding Deeper I'm gliding Shooting I am deeper than you Into the ether I am deeper than you Into the ether ♪ And it ain't about the scene