The cold funk has you sunk feel the mids pump
Blessed are those who erupt when we turm up
Right now we corrupt

Cons the shades we don in the neon night
We're gonna feed on the mics and blast through a pipe
I gotta feed on the mics and blast through a pipe

I gotta cool capability to toast and ill
Yo my daddy told me, "Hey son you must act chill"
Alien rough

My galaxy is tough
Here comes the bang of a hip-hop thang that we bring and
swing

Men from Mars aint ever gonna hang
With dope Buddha's come to the stage we are attackin
Space $$#assin naked live and never slackin

Come a day on the way enter on S.A.
Amplified form another world far away
I got the pang of a gang and I come from the Southside

Here's the thang that I bring and I promise to come live

While the masses passes upon there $#&@ing $$#es

And if you don't see get glasses
That is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb
The mother$#&@er is not scrub I said the man is the kind

With the one that I call Brine Shrimp
We nover ever do skimp I limp on a stage in a huff
Like magic dragon I puff on the stuff of a Humbolt cone

Then I'm stonded watch out
Smoke the weed that come from Northern California
Don't do no cocaine that come from Columbia

That the thing that mash up your nature
Mash up your body and mash up your culture
Take a tip from the the flipped script of Daddy Freddy

I give complete props to the one that rocks steady
With dexterity and goes on and on and on
And turn out the dope %#@! like the one that's called

Pawn Shop Press yes it's on what's up
P-Nut change it up