Lyrics:Hexum/Martinez Music:Sexton | |
Ooh you know we pepper you | |
With a sonic assault side step a you | |
I cannot think of a better way | |
That we could celebrate freedom | |
Than make up a set of goals and cold beat 'em | |
See dumb verbal tags like audio spaghetti | |
Give a shout to the one they call yeti | |
I bet he put the cabash on any foes whatsoever | |
Like original brodel Trevor | |
Positive vibe merchant grandson of Lord Buckley | |
Scotish ralston shows up if you're lucky | |
Ad raspler the sweed a friend in deed | |
He's keeping an eye on the other guy's gred | |
These are 311 characters I dubbed everyone | |
The story ain't over but my rhyme is done | |
It was the year that I first touched ground | |
So I grabbed the microphone and I got down | |
Just like James Brown gather round of our sight and sound | |
Pound for pound we throw down rather profound | |
I'll put you in another world I can't hear you | |
Like having phone sex with a deaf girl | |
No doubt we got the jams that'll smack ya | |
I penned three books of lyrics 2 for action 1 for backup | |
'Cuz I'm a cold rockin' brother got transistor tunes | |
And it feels real good to get close to you | |
The brodels is the nazz and the nazz knows where it's at | |
The brodels is the nazz who knows a cat who can feed a cat | |
The goal is to be a poet and a carpenter | |
To be one who loves to be one who works | |
The nazz not something that can be given | |
The brodel is inside you it comes from within | |
When I feel into the sea | |
When the world came and kissed me | |
Transformed my shit told the shark I was a dolphin | |
Swam quick funny though | |
Parranahs chilled and laughed at | |
The way that I took off my polka dots on top of that | |
The wales know I'm quick watch out | |
And I get funky fresh as for the fishes I'm lit luminous | |
I'm not nouveau techno I glow like a glacial | |
In skin that swims faster than speed | |
I am I be dropped out of nothing I will return to nothing | |
Rotate my style my rhyme my way magician of a rythm | |
Lover of animals damn I wanna hear 'em | |
Aquatic my way I got soul shape | |
Well I'm 6 foot 3 and like Mohammed Ali | |
I float like a butterfly and sting like poison ivy | |
Drive a 69 lincoln suicide doors | |
Around the town I'm slinking fat subs of course | |
we're the greatest show on earth | |
You know we turn it out daily | |
In and out of town like Baarnum and Bailey | |
I know that is a simile but I couldn't resist | |
From Solomon Roadie for the PJ's | |
I don't think he'll be pissed | |
I eat a cobb salad, smoked fish, duck, or clam chowder | |
Chill with indica and Guinness | |
Steer clear of white powder | |
I run into my brother give him a pound and a yodel | |
They know my word is bond talkin' bout the brodels | |
The brodels is the nazz and the nazz knows where it's at | |
The brodels is the nazz who knows a cat who can feed a cat | |
The goal is to be a poet and a carpenter | |
To be one who loves to be one who works | |
The nazz not something that can be given | |
The brodel is inside you it comes from within | |
And we're fresh dude just check my man P | |
He said I will not muddle my mind with impertinency | |
Lost a lot in vegas plays a lot of Sega | |
Saw a phrase that he likes and put it on his leg | |
And we're fresh dude just check my man D he said | |
Comin' in ruff and tuff all systems are tweakin' | |
People all over the world they must be thinkin' | |
All the shit that we kickin' our shoes must be stinkin' |
Lyrics: Hexum Martinez Music: Sexton | |
Ooh you know we pepper you | |
With a sonic assault side step a you | |
I cannot think of a better way | |
That we could celebrate freedom | |
Than make up a set of goals and cold beat ' em | |
See dumb verbal tags like audio spaghetti | |
Give a shout to the one they call yeti | |
I bet he put the cabash on any foes whatsoever | |
Like original brodel Trevor | |
Positive vibe merchant grandson of Lord Buckley | |
Scotish ralston shows up if you' re lucky | |
Ad raspler the sweed a friend in deed | |
He' s keeping an eye on the other guy' s gred | |
These are 311 characters I dubbed everyone | |
The story ain' t over but my rhyme is done | |
It was the year that I first touched ground | |
So I grabbed the microphone and I got down | |
Just like James Brown gather round of our sight and sound | |
Pound for pound we throw down rather profound | |
I' ll put you in another world I can' t hear you | |
Like having phone sex with a deaf girl | |
No doubt we got the jams that' ll smack ya | |
I penned three books of lyrics 2 for action 1 for backup | |
' Cuz I' m a cold rockin' brother got transistor tunes | |
And it feels real good to get close to you | |
The brodels is the nazz and the nazz knows where it' s at | |
The brodels is the nazz who knows a cat who can feed a cat | |
The goal is to be a poet and a carpenter | |
To be one who loves to be one who works | |
The nazz not something that can be given | |
The brodel is inside you it comes from within | |
When I feel into the sea | |
When the world came and kissed me | |
Transformed my shit told the shark I was a dolphin | |
Swam quick funny though | |
Parranahs chilled and laughed at | |
The way that I took off my polka dots on top of that | |
The wales know I' m quick watch out | |
And I get funky fresh as for the fishes I' m lit luminous | |
I' m not nouveau techno I glow like a glacial | |
In skin that swims faster than speed | |
I am I be dropped out of nothing I will return to nothing | |
Rotate my style my rhyme my way magician of a rythm | |
Lover of animals damn I wanna hear ' em | |
Aquatic my way I got soul shape | |
Well I' m 6 foot 3 and like Mohammed Ali | |
I float like a butterfly and sting like poison ivy | |
Drive a 69 lincoln suicide doors | |
Around the town I' m slinking fat subs of course | |
we' re the greatest show on earth | |
You know we turn it out daily | |
In and out of town like Baarnum and Bailey | |
I know that is a simile but I couldn' t resist | |
From Solomon Roadie for the PJ' s | |
I don' t think he' ll be pissed | |
I eat a cobb salad, smoked fish, duck, or clam chowder | |
Chill with indica and Guinness | |
Steer clear of white powder | |
I run into my brother give him a pound and a yodel | |
They know my word is bond talkin' bout the brodels | |
The brodels is the nazz and the nazz knows where it' s at | |
The brodels is the nazz who knows a cat who can feed a cat | |
The goal is to be a poet and a carpenter | |
To be one who loves to be one who works | |
The nazz not something that can be given | |
The brodel is inside you it comes from within | |
And we' re fresh dude just check my man P | |
He said I will not muddle my mind with impertinency | |
Lost a lot in vegas plays a lot of Sega | |
Saw a phrase that he likes and put it on his leg | |
And we' re fresh dude just check my man D he said | |
Comin' in ruff and tuff all systems are tweakin' | |
People all over the world they must be thinkin' | |
All the shit that we kickin' our shoes must be stinkin' |
Lyrics: Hexum Martinez Music: Sexton | |
Ooh you know we pepper you | |
With a sonic assault side step a you | |
I cannot think of a better way | |
That we could celebrate freedom | |
Than make up a set of goals and cold beat ' em | |
See dumb verbal tags like audio spaghetti | |
Give a shout to the one they call yeti | |
I bet he put the cabash on any foes whatsoever | |
Like original brodel Trevor | |
Positive vibe merchant grandson of Lord Buckley | |
Scotish ralston shows up if you' re lucky | |
Ad raspler the sweed a friend in deed | |
He' s keeping an eye on the other guy' s gred | |
These are 311 characters I dubbed everyone | |
The story ain' t over but my rhyme is done | |
It was the year that I first touched ground | |
So I grabbed the microphone and I got down | |
Just like James Brown gather round of our sight and sound | |
Pound for pound we throw down rather profound | |
I' ll put you in another world I can' t hear you | |
Like having phone sex with a deaf girl | |
No doubt we got the jams that' ll smack ya | |
I penned three books of lyrics 2 for action 1 for backup | |
' Cuz I' m a cold rockin' brother got transistor tunes | |
And it feels real good to get close to you | |
The brodels is the nazz and the nazz knows where it' s at | |
The brodels is the nazz who knows a cat who can feed a cat | |
The goal is to be a poet and a carpenter | |
To be one who loves to be one who works | |
The nazz not something that can be given | |
The brodel is inside you it comes from within | |
When I feel into the sea | |
When the world came and kissed me | |
Transformed my shit told the shark I was a dolphin | |
Swam quick funny though | |
Parranahs chilled and laughed at | |
The way that I took off my polka dots on top of that | |
The wales know I' m quick watch out | |
And I get funky fresh as for the fishes I' m lit luminous | |
I' m not nouveau techno I glow like a glacial | |
In skin that swims faster than speed | |
I am I be dropped out of nothing I will return to nothing | |
Rotate my style my rhyme my way magician of a rythm | |
Lover of animals damn I wanna hear ' em | |
Aquatic my way I got soul shape | |
Well I' m 6 foot 3 and like Mohammed Ali | |
I float like a butterfly and sting like poison ivy | |
Drive a 69 lincoln suicide doors | |
Around the town I' m slinking fat subs of course | |
we' re the greatest show on earth | |
You know we turn it out daily | |
In and out of town like Baarnum and Bailey | |
I know that is a simile but I couldn' t resist | |
From Solomon Roadie for the PJ' s | |
I don' t think he' ll be pissed | |
I eat a cobb salad, smoked fish, duck, or clam chowder | |
Chill with indica and Guinness | |
Steer clear of white powder | |
I run into my brother give him a pound and a yodel | |
They know my word is bond talkin' bout the brodels | |
The brodels is the nazz and the nazz knows where it' s at | |
The brodels is the nazz who knows a cat who can feed a cat | |
The goal is to be a poet and a carpenter | |
To be one who loves to be one who works | |
The nazz not something that can be given | |
The brodel is inside you it comes from within | |
And we' re fresh dude just check my man P | |
He said I will not muddle my mind with impertinency | |
Lost a lot in vegas plays a lot of Sega | |
Saw a phrase that he likes and put it on his leg | |
And we' re fresh dude just check my man D he said | |
Comin' in ruff and tuff all systems are tweakin' | |
People all over the world they must be thinkin' | |
All the shit that we kickin' our shoes must be stinkin' |