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The cold has you sunk feel the mids pump
Blessed are those who erupt we turn up
now we corrupt, cons the shades we don in the neon night
We're gonna feed on the mics and through a pipe
I gotta feed on the mics and blast a pipe

I cool capability to toast and ill, yo my daddy told me
"Hey son, you must act chill", rough, my galaxy is tough
Here comes the bang of a hip-hop thang that we and swing
Men from mars ain't ever gonna hang with Buddha's

to the stage we are attackin', space assassin naked live
And never slackin', a day on the way enter on SA
form another world far away, I got the pang of a gang
And I come the south side, here's the thang that I bring
And I promise to come

While the masses passes upon there fucking
And if you don't see get that is a shot out
To the words of curt grub, the motherfucker is not
I said, "The man is the kind the one that I call brine shrimp"
We never do skimp I limp on a stage in a huff

magic dragon I puff on the stuff of a hum bolt cone
Then I'm stoned out, smoke the weed that come from
Northern California, don't do no that come from Columbia
That the thing that up your nature, mash up your body
And mash up your

Take a tip the the flipped script of daddy Freddy
I complete props to the one that rocks steady
With and goes on and on and on
And turn out the dope shit the one that's called
Pawn shop press, yes, it's on, up?

change it up, what's up with your mind, what's up