Nutsymtom

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 SA

Amplified form another world far away, I got the pang of a gang

And I come from the south side, 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 grub, 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 hum bolt 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, what's up with your mind, what's up