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

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 bang of a hip-hop thang that we bring and
Men from mars ain't ever gonna hang with Buddha's

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

While the masses passes there fucking asses
And if you don't see get glasses is a shot out
To the words of curt grub, the motherfucker is not
I said, "The man is the kind with the one I call brine shrimp"
We ever do skimp I limp on a stage in a huff

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

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

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