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The cold funk has you feel the mids pump
Blessed are those who erupt we turn up
Right now we corrupt, cons the shades we don in the night
We're feed on the mics and blast through a pipe
I gotta on the mics and blast 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 bang of a hip-hop thang we bring and swing
Men from mars ain't ever hang with dope Buddha's

Come to the stage we are attackin', space assassin live
And slackin', come a day on the way enter on SA
Amplified form another 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 come

While the masses upon there fucking 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 kind with the one that I 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 cocaine that come from
That the thing that mash up your nature, up your body
And mash up your

Take a tip from the the flipped of daddy Freddy
I give complete props to the one that steady
dexterity 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?

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