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The colda 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 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 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 bring and I promise to come live While the masses passes upon their f---ing a--es and if you don't see get glasses that is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb the motherf---er 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 Letras de cancionesnot 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 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 s--- like the one that's called Pawn Shop Press yes, it's on, what's up P-Nut change it up, what's up on your mind, watch out From Letras Mania