I flip when I kick it trippin it
  So I can check shit not in a daily style
  But once in every while so I can
  File check file check the files of my brain
  Many of meaning manage to come from the insane
  And the butcher the baker the fabulous drama maker
  A cracker on a truck goin' breaker breaker
  Listen to everyone then disregard it
  The maningful shit comes back back to where it started
  In your cranium surrounded by pot like a geranuim
  A capital 2 burns in my mind give me some peace
  I looked at her I looked at him and neither one did know
  Where the wild thoughts grow check it out
    I look to absolutes and there absolutely none
  The truth is what you shoot for not one
  Nothing brings it all together the journeys never done
  I'd sing you Stormy Weather but it's been sung so
  Let's have some fun
  Three Eleven hass grass roots
  Challenge comes and goes and there will be another
  I say bring it on
  The roots that grow underground are as big as the tree
  That you see if not it will fall down
  We waste so many moments standing on convention
  The only survey is when our heart pays no attention
    Move with persistence cover much distance
  Knowing no perdition that's my game for instance
  Three Eleven true to no tradition
  And the Three Eleven crew not dow with convention
  But a hundred different people already told what we about
  So I make not attempt to try and suss the stupid out
  I'd turned into a roughneck that was not my intention
  It doesn't even really matter unless I fail to mention that
  Peace to all crews that want some peace
  First the Mid then the West then we slide through the East
  A piece to any crew that want a peice
  But peace to all crews that want peace
  Check it out