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

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

Come to the we are attackin', space assassin naked live
And slackin', come a day on the way enter on SA
form another 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 glasses is a shot out
To the of curt 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 watch out, smoke the weed that come from
California, don't do no cocaine that come from Columbia
That the thing that up your nature, mash up your body
And up your culture

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

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