nutsymtom  -  311

funk  the  has  cold  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  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  ain't  ever  gonna  hang  with  dope  buddha's

come  to  the  stage  we  are  attackin',  space  assassin  naked  live

and  never  slackin',  come  a  day  on  the  way  enter  on  sa

amplified  form  another  world  far  away,  i  got  the  pang  of  a  gang

and  i  come  from  the  south  side,  here's  the  thang  that  i  bring

and  i  promise  to  come  live

while  the  masses  passes  upon  there  fucking  asses

and  you  if  don't  see  get  glasses  that  is  a  shot  out

to  the  words  of  curt  grub,  the  motherfucker  is  not  scrub

i  said,  "the  man  is  the  kind  with  the  one  that  i  call  brine  shrimp"

we  never  ever  do  skimp  i  limp  on  a  stage  in  a  huff

like  magic  dragon  i  puff  on  the  stuff  of  a  hum  bolt  cone

then  i'm  stoned  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

your  and  culturemash  up  

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  shit  like  the  one  calledthat's  

pawn  shop  press,  yes,  it's  on,  what's  up?

p-nut  change  it  up,  what's  up  with  your  mind,  what's  up