Nutsymtom Lyrics - 311

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 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 ain't 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 never 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 stoned 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