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 assassin 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 fucking asses

And if you don't see get glasses

That is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb

The motherfucker 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 shit like the one that's
called

Pawn Shop Press yes it's on what's up

P-Nut change it up