2na get gettin' the got Good God ah, yes, man, its man Oh God, night Who's
Yeah, my escapades exceed Escalades I best to the rhythm of justice slaves brave, ah, lecture me extra waves Doggin' your sounds causing you just to cave
Address the rage, rush the stage to blaze Glorify your glamor and gorers just to Cuttin' down the rain forest for cows just to killin' the populous while you clone test tube babes
Test the change, 'cuz of the they try to feed us Under the bridge drummin' for an Anthony Kiedis I ran from elitist who got the confused the Manphibian and the one Roots Manuva
Yo, Mystic Mindset travel at 8 Flashback to my very first of hash cake Oh, Lord, I so sensual And every now and then I get a great of wha
of the hip, gyration of the old time New Right, Back to Back, man or no man no oh man Boy or boy, girl or out of place with the light of the world I'm locked up
Weed rushing through my veins over the rocky terrain and maintain Like a whore checkin' that hydroponic bud Earth child, come see me in the mud
He go ever so civilized while I unrobe No played out to wives wanna get knicks up in their mix up Wanna just fix up mind soul and mental
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Yo, of these fellas be over zealous We have them jealous in dark cellas Blowin' Branford Marsalis We dwellers rhythm rebellers
We spark letters, we art the waters, the sharks fell us Be quick your camcorder in no particular plan order We go hit like man slaughter sing
In bring a fling of bringin' it on to get lost in the quest for one
Although we trans-atlantic we pedantic Check my antic, we romantic We plan new for self Quantumly We killin' the saw, man, we the sea
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No Sir Mr. 2na, I can't burn the I remember the last time and a good time
Yo Yo, You ran slower while my clan grow Let the man know my pen stroke like Van Gogh I disappear like his missing ear when I'm gears like your kitchen ware, rhymes rich and rare
Get your clear, 2na the stealth reporter I melt your order like sugar and water
Whoever felt the but knows that their chance vague Surround your like a spandex pants leg Spread like an advanced plague worms never may the F and F that beats my man Craig
Join the dots, blood in the block Knock knockin' the not, the which, the where, the 2na get gettin' the got Stewed in the dust pot runnin' it hot
Join the dots, block in the block knockin' the not, the which, the where, the what 2na Manuva get the got Stewed in the dust pot runnin' it hot