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

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

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

While the masses upon there fucking asses
And if you don't see get 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 I limp on a stage in a huff

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

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

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