"People Of The Sun (Original Version)" lyrics

The bastard son is in
Swimming in a sea of funk
Clear the lane, I'm gonna have to dunk ya
Up and down like a donut in a caffeinated drink
So deep they'll sink
I take it to tha brink
Check the rugged style I flip
And if the price is right
I'm taking ya on a trip
In my old school '62
Two-tone white and blue
One that you never want to step to

Face my basslines
Feel the earth quaking
When it's signed to mathematics
Singing for my culture
White folks came and tried to steal my name
But now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun

This is for the people of the sun
It's coming back around again
Yeah
It's coming back around again
This is for the people of the sun
Yeah

I'm not a silent one
I'm a defiant one
Never the normal one
'Cause I'm the bastard son
Stripped away from Father Sky since birth
And now I'm stripped away from Mother Earth
I'm tearing off a big fat chunk of the funk
Clear the lane, I gotta dunk
Never smoking skunk or the cess
Not gon' to shove another booda
Gotta Browning six shooter
So fuck the hoota

Face my basslines
Feel the earth quaking
When it's off signed to mathematics
Singing for my culture
White folks came and tried to steal my name
But now I got a gun
This is for the people of the sun

It's coming back around again
This is for the people of the sun
Yeah
It's coming back around again
This is for the people of the sun
For the sun