Music: Mahoney; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez



Fire is my method for destruction

Leaving chard wreckage from my latest

eruption

Unpredictable, my erratic demeanor

Bobbing and weaving as my mind gets leaner

Though IÂ’m trippin on legs that stumble but I donÂ’t

fall down

You know IÂ’m singing out things you mumble

from a lack of resound

Pissed off mist lifts to honesty

Now come down motherfucker with your philosophy



IÂ’m at ease when I feel thereÂ’s a breeze

Give me a little please

Aristotle IÂ’m not but think of Socrates

So are you ready for your lesson blood?

Democratic non erratic Socratic method

WeÂ’ll take away the pain

WeÂ’ll pacify the bullshit built up in your

brain

In times of change or the same old thangs

As you maintain or rearrange



(Chorus)

CanÂ’t nobody do it like 311

FuckinÂ’ up competition cuz there really is

none

Steppin on your game from the first floor up tore up

Electricity we store it up



CanÂ’t nobody do it like 311

Break it down, what it is, dedication

Sending out gratitude like we laid it out on

Down

Throw down fuck the bullshit weÂ’re still the

sound



Wild and lost speed mad

A long way from sad

LookinÂ’ good like you should youÂ’re bad

An itinerant dimension mystic is your spirit

see

Like color absolute bodiless indeed

Casual kindred spirit past

All the obstacles youÂ’re dealinÂ’ with at last

The nasdaq, two puppies, baby needs

new shoes

Car alarms, your rent, wedding bells,

the blues



The tragic fucking comedy that was last

night

Unfolds to my inner devils sheer delight

A pointless fucking banter in an endless bout

With whiskey soaked frolic room tobacco

mouth

Then a sickening trip to what I call the

elitist cesspool

Beckoning all the sycophants and defeated

yes-fools

Hung over, broke, and a round of apologies

Now come down Martinez with the modern

mythology



(Chorus