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