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The cold funk has you sunk feel the mids
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 blast through a
I gotta feed on the mics and through a pipe

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

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

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

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

Take a tip from the the flipped script of daddy
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 that's
Pawn shop press, yes, on, what's up?

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