"Nutsymptom" lyrics

The cold 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 mikes 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 Buddhas, 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 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 their fucking asses
And if you don't see, get glasses
That is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb
The mother fucker is no scrub, I said the man is the kind
With the one that I call Brine Shrimp
We never ever do skip, I limp on a stage in a huff
Like magic dragon, I puff on the stuff of a Humboldt cone
Then I'm stoned, watch out
Smoke the weed that come from Northern California
Don't do no cocaine that come from Colombia
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 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
One time from your mind, watch out