The coda funk has you sunk, feel the mids pump Blessed are those who erupt when we turn up Right now we corrupt cons the shades We don in the neon night We’re gonna feed on the mic and blast through a pipe I got a 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 brang and swang Men from Mars ain’t ever gonna hang With dope Buddhas we come to the stage, we are attackin’ Space assassin naked live and never slackin’ Come a day on the way enter one S.A. Amplified from another world far away I got the pang of a gang and I come from the Southside Here’s the thang that I brang and I promise to come live
While the masses passes upon their fucking asses And if you don’t see, get glasses That is a shout out to the words of Curt Grubb The motherfucker is no scrub, I said the man is the kind With the one that I call Brine Shrimp We never ever do skimp, I limp on stage in a huff Like magic dragon on puff, on the stuff of a Humbot cone Then I’m stoned, watch out Smoke the weed that come from Northern California Not do no cocaine that come from Colombia That the thing that mash up your nature Mash up your body and mash up your culture Take a tip from the flipped script of Daddy Freddy I give complete props to the one that rocks steady With dexterity that goes on and on and on And turn out the dope shit like the one they call Pawn Shop Press yes, it’s on, what’s up P-Nut change it up, one time from your mind, watch out