C. U. T. M.

Hexum, sexton, mahoney and willsWe groove so fuckin'

hard it gives you the chillsWell I've been strickenThe

bass is kickin'When suckers step to me,

boy, I give them a lickin'ChorusCosmic utopian thrivin'

mission, my babyCosmic utopian thrivin' mission,

my babyI feel goodYo bad selfWell,

I am the hexum, call me nickI live by the code of cosmicI've

come to say, we're here to stayUtopian way we'll play

todayWe've got the drive, we are so liveWon't take

a dive, we're gonna thriveWe got a condition called

ambitionTo the cosmic utopian thrivin' missionChorusWitness

this, yo the pissed lyricistIn your face celebratin'

a brand new raceWe know colors are just brothers and

some othersDrive on the ginger but they failed to mentionThe

consequence of no conscienceYou can't fool,

I'm schoolin' you with the new schoolNow speakin on

a round, step back mother fucker,

I'm goin' to townChorusI feel goodBreak it downI got

one more rhymeYes, the verbs I gotThey hit that spotThe

crowd is freakin'And bro.,

I'm peekin'When I'm on stage,

you're havin' a fitBut without my brothers, baby, I ain't shitChorus