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The cold has you sunk feel the mids pump
Blessed are those who erupt we turn up
Right now we corrupt, cons the shades we don in the night
We're feed on the mics and blast through a pipe
I gotta on the mics and blast through a pipe

I gotta capability to toast and ill, yo my daddy told me
"Hey son, you must act chill", rough, my galaxy is tough
Here comes the of a hip-hop thang that we bring and swing
Men from mars ever gonna hang with dope Buddha's

Come to the stage we are attackin', space assassin naked
And never slackin', a day on the way enter on SA
Amplified form another world far away, I got the pang of a
And I come from the south side, here's the thang that I
And I promise to live

While the masses passes upon there fucking
And if you don't see get that is a shot out
To the of curt grub, the motherfucker is not scrub
I said, "The man is the with the one that I call brine shrimp"
We never ever do skimp I limp on a in a huff

Like magic dragon I puff on the stuff of a hum bolt
I'm stoned watch out, smoke the weed that come from
Northern California, don't do no cocaine that come from
That the thing that mash up your nature, up your body
And up your culture

a tip from the the flipped script of daddy Freddy
I give complete props to the one rocks steady
dexterity and goes on and on and on
And turn out the dope like the one that's called
Pawn press, yes, it's on, what's up?

P-Nut change it up, what's up your mind, what's up