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

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

to the stage we are attackin', space assassin naked live
And slackin', come a day on the way enter on SA
form another world far away, I got the pang of a gang
And I come from the south side, here's the thang I bring
And I promise to come

While the masses passes upon there asses
And if you see get glasses that is a shot out
To the of curt grub, the motherfucker is not scrub
I said, "The man is the with the one that I call brine shrimp"
We never ever do skimp I on a stage in a huff

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

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

P-Nut change it up, what's up with mind, what's up