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Now I know, fools get their own when they chit chat
Haven't heard yet but you can bet I'm not with that With that talk with the digi walk I stalk a bird you heard absurd word to the Fact I'm a cat nippin sippin on the flask Passin it talking shit but only if your ass In front of me cause you could run from me but In the end revenge send ends to the defendant I can't get get caught in the spiral cause every bit of energy It goes to my survival out my way I'm a flicka flacka blotter ya try to find a weakness But the shit keeps gettin harder Fourth of July with Lucy in Sky I remember pine trees and the coat of many colors I was nineteen I'd do anything Shit like that now scares me but I'd like to do it again It was Independence day I've seen the other side and I say I've been insane And I won't ever be the same Cuz we flow we must be fly First to flow Nickel my brother, so wise And then I rise Here's an ill kid pimpin' cuz he is so slick Step's from darkness his body electric A drone buzzes the air a cracklin' tone Then boomin' like thunder in a cosmic jungle Deathe defyin; like Knievel he weeble Words that will wobble awkward and evil Cuz he flow and rock the hardest of the crowds A marvel pow how you like me now I've returned the kiss of death the last Damien From the abyss fresh eternal alien Now famished from pathless way I ma, do damage To the wack MC's I know you can't stand this Right about now get down I'm the annihilator Rockin with the rhythm of my rhyme detonator |
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| 2. |
| 2:51 |
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I'm takin' to the bridge and there's a different country
I'm bringing with me the people I know deep down are funky Oh yeah we dap we got the juice it's on tap Never take the itme to rewind all the weak crap Here take it it's yours the gift is calling The sunshine be falling our way first every morning I'ma magician you see I'm christened with condition Held over from a future would I've come to you so listen There's a place out in deep space Where all the brothers chant and dance and rant And shave their heads like Buddha I'm a fly guy you know I'm smoother Of course no remorese is felt for all those loser crews I do not care what you do, I always screw up But when I do it's nothing like you, I wish you grew up You're saying anything like promist to get clean Won't kick half dead fucked up in the head Just get him out of here he's making me sick We push a sucker out With much force and much clout Didn't want to do it Thats not what were about But we got to have a limit How low can you get it Seems about time to Change the subject And sing about the wise eyed That makes me feel Good and never do I leave misunderstood Damn you know I feel good true I got a choice of what I'm gonna do It's like this that Swingin on my bat Mix a melody with some back chat Tell 'em again Dam I know you feel good too You got a choice of what you're gonna do it's like this that Nippin' on a cat Mix a melody with some back chat I'm rollin' slow no particular place to go so nothings changed The more things stay the same the more it doesn't matter To a latte day St. Bernard acting hard But I throw down like a crazy retard But what cold make a man Wanna walk around the school yard with his tool hard What could make the switch to call a woman a bitch It probably downed when you couldn't get a date to the prom And you were stuck with Beavis Let's leave us on a note of positivity I'm saying this for levity But if I leave it brief I call it brevity I said I see the people rocking Which means there's no stopping the flow And you can just tell 'em that you know Every night yeah we turning up And comin' off live Like and final 311 battle breakin idols On the one you never heard before You know the hardcore rockin Pumping the dance floor Leave ya feet sore lookin for your Micatin Cecause the mic is deadly int he mood we in Certified not fakin coool like a Jamaican Every time the enemy hear us they will be shakin' |
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| 3. |
| 3:03 |
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The cold funk has you sunk feel the mids pump
Blessed are those who erupt when we turm 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 aint 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 nover 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 stonded 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 |
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| 4. |
| 3:44 |
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Stranger flowers yet
There will never come a day that will ever regret The hours days years and the minutes The joy the pain the sunshine and rain in it The drives on the coast to nowhere Nothing to say just sit and stare There's nothing like the comfort of a silence that's comfortable Not talking small just skip the bull Then I find myself in servility Didn't think that was my ability I go a yard and a mile to make you smile But then I'm happy see I got so many ways to make your gaze elliptical Got a ways to go future's so Criptical and I'm glad Just another many things we've had It's 8:16 A.M. will you wake up to me The first thing that you see My eyes open I'm just hopin' you feel the same as me The day starts carefully On the sidewalk with the dog You're right last night I was a hog Come on I'm sorry It's 73 degrees January easily glides Stranger flowers still If you're gonna wanna go another day I will Like this make it a deal Sealed with a kiss Sealed with a fell of impermanent bliss Today my love we shall let the world slide Turn off the ringer and just glide For we shall never be youger again than What do you see It's 8:16 A.M. will you wake up to me The first thing that you see My eyes open I'm just hopin' you feel the same as me The day starts carefully On the sidewalk with the dog You're right last night I was a hog Come on I'm sorry Holiday on the radio Billie knows that is the way to go A place where we both can spend out saved time Not collecting interest Maybe the same reason we always find ourselved home bound I've got to do some homework The leave response we want to leave Wisconsin For a new life a new trailer with an antenna and a porch Of course we'll bring the dog |
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| 5. |
| 4:16 |
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In a minute everything you have can all be straight gone
In a minute things you though were tied can come straight undone How about some knocks on wood some so far it's so good any day What you think is solid earth can jump up and spread out To the north and south that's what plates are about Nature has no conscience no kindness or ill will The dreams they had make me sad because of the vides of them When one girl dreamt a fire in hers and then it happened To me and my family my bro's and I were driving The RV bleeding flames us leaping through fire surviving Zoned with no home there was fire all on it Umm let me have my life I want it I'm gonna let you know that I said We're coming in kill we're coming chill We've comin in how we will Gone to tell the whole world what's the deal And I say know no critical boarder cuz We do what we want Got more funky styles that my laser jet got font Not one to get over sounding like the norm Friendly to the radio all that shit is corn All we coming with is a little bit of swing And we go on like it ain't no thing Omaha stylee did not think there was one Where you know the radios weak and the shows are more fun But you know we fuck up the dance since 1988 Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state Still we're down like that x3 Makin the funk that smells of skunk Such occasions occur back in the day It begins you're a raw kid all the way Son of a gun but they you drifted All are endowed but few are gifted At the break of dawn behaving like a spy Lampin in the light the cold world awakens Deeper is the light to open up the sky Look into my eyes see the dialatin' Omaha Stylee is the shit we come with man Embedded in out souls it breathes out from this band We always knew that we could Thank you if you too felt we would We will arise explore these worlds and find the grass roots How to crew to do the grinding of the grounds to brew My dude on the one come off like Teflon Rock your shit and you will rise on If you're a farmer outstanding in your field say Do as you eill do as you wish follow your bliss say We travel round the world giving it our best Like to see the people dancing and bouncing and the rest The hammer and the chisel and the rule it compass We forged the sword chariots of war our battle axe There's much power in anger but loves a bigger banger Complete props to my crew this is what we do |
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| 6. |
| 2:44 |
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Nod your head to this as a lot of apprentice
Some of this were standing on the shoulder of giants Some tryants some benevolent To the followers it's relevant The rest get bent on lending opinions I'm sending to a brand new level I revel in completion delition of suckers Getting served like Smuckers Jam Fool know rules but the rest keep bouncing back With the lack of further adieu see As one can deduce we Slam the shit out hard and long Cuz we got more song Something you might like now All-star bound Yeah your so sound Cool as the blue water all around From a force field flashing Aliens are sending Black evolutions of love you are hearing The dark supernatural is the world we call Our own home lightning in the mind comes out in song But we're wild they say never trust us we're shady In lieu of the crew your into we are baby Cuz music will be coming out the words we speak We erect breakbeats shatter wax still on the platter Our shit is badder we come fly then we scatter Cuz we deep and we solid yeah we hear ya holler Electricity running through the soul it feels good Some time the only thing that really ever could Feed that hunger I crave it I love it I gave it I shove it in a battery and save it for later A waiter in the Dorothy Pavilion in '89 I met some wierdos and had myself a real good time Downtown L.A. is a soul graveyard Where you got to be hard or get jacked It lacked a certain sense of something Something basic no karm int he least I broke east You know I had to face it I guess I flaked but it was no mistake because 311's got the boom My mic check is giving me Electric company I can't see the high wide sky Or stars above me Are you a flower Or more like a high rise tower If so the soul of sweet delight On you will shower There's a place for us they say is somewhere Not a dream but a place and you will be there Your slippin' but content because your spirit And hills are alive with the sound of music |
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| 1:50 |
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Returning from the water cold alive and shining
Rock a mic in the afterlife while your moon is rising Heatin' up forcing steam whirling to be seen The dark held stars are the frost of my breathing Swimming through the darkness I'm a ghostly shark Developing like a photograph slowly in the dark The hearafter the action the main attraction One love in all of this that I'm going after Now there's fire inside but black space surrounds you You think "Where oh where am I" but even your light continues See through us see a soul we have not yet Learned to harness see the next world inside it We are the people of skin who left water Inside the dark womb inside of our mother Prone to the beat and vibe of our tribe We catch the drift and ride moving tides Out from a love that will keep on burning Now see yourself to the next world returning This life an old place we face to live again What is it to understand the heareafter |
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| 2:48 |
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Don't fear mere words cuz if it takes a word ruin ya
You should have already hard you're finished through and soon ya See that stifling sentences is so much more suspicious Much worse could come of that so much more delicious To the dastardly basturdly plans of little mice and men Ugly rears its head and speaks from now and then People love to disagree so avoid the endless bout make no attempt To try and suss the stupid out But of the racist institutions simple minds belong Not happy just being human, no wish to get along Little people need exclusions sucker groups to throng It makes them feel special it makes them feel strong Now I got a click but it's more like a family Not an ethnic trip more like an ethic see I write the rhyme today tell it to you later Whether were coming in wack or what it's a waste to be a hater Graffiti bombs-from the palms-love is so strong Can't be stopped too long For the night it will come Shaped in the form of Mars that stone afar Ghetto cool Oh well Now you feel the spell The color rocks the bell The king of swing rise to the top The thythm possessed in ya and it don't stop The mise is broken The demon locin' Dropping the bomb and all that is left is the smokin' Cloakin' chokin; the lyrics are spoken Infrared vision scopin' condition Now breakin' 'em all to pieces like a sly rap bandit Witha fly Lu-Kang kick in Mortal Combat and I land it So get your own back when I jam it cold and Hearing about you rhyme style been outmoded The dopest flow upon the planet Dope is the word the bro throw up on the down low goddammit You juice your fucking friends like Dracula But when we kick you out you're just brokula You left a big surprise from Pacific Bell Called all your relatives and your friends in Hell Now let me tell you something you fucking piece of shit You'll never have no money, now tell me was it worth it? You leave a trail of lies that's why you keep moving We won't come after you we'd only end up provin In the end revenge send ends to the defendant I know that statement's true I wear it like a pendant I know you'll hear this song so I think it's funny The name is theif or trust and money. Like Captain Picard we come hard in light years Our star has long bust but now reappears In your sky at night rising and immense Yes you see ourselves in the shine of it And so passing under the dome of the great sky Beware we are the stars holmes that you ruled by Where death reborn into the world is a gift So the future with no voice of its own will uplift All is gone All is calm y'all Set wrecked in L.A. In the Wetlands of New York Atlanta and Phoenix Portland, Lincoln and N.O. |
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| 4:14 |
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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 for 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 |
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| 2:28 |
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We were born in the seventies
The rippin and rhyming and brethren see We're filling taste great In the old school I was eight Fot the new school I was late But in high school I was debate I rate in the great state of California I'm warning ya Je vais a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette! I kick nonsense in French tasty like Crepe Suzette I bet you gonna wanna try this but it takes niceness I like a beat that's unique and I like my head zooming And in my Continental you know that shit's booming With the diamond int eh back suicide doors You can look from here to eternity And never receive your morsel. Another tale of ordinary madness The girl who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say All I really wanna is to feel nirvana Won't you take me tonight and we just might find A bottle of wine and feel our nasty nature Your toung lickin' up my tounge Your radio pickin' up a smokey jazz love song Madness becomes you even though your Livin' life it's hard to exist when you're tempted By flesh you wanna bust through Beautiful legs in the bar there is poetry She bends and suspends and her ass Is a marvelous thing A dance dancin' at a club the Hereafter Who can't really dance but that doesn't really matter And she won't hear applause Cus your drunk and lost All light is gone Your arms spread like a cross And you're dreaming that the world Will soon fall apart Topless firl in your gaze Which is hazy Takes your dollar In the gutter without cigarettes Or wine your hungover I was warned of your normal Behaviour and felt My life was too short to Consider your wack self It's like this when you dip down And you are boxin' Reeling against the ropes and you Face some young Mexican Your scrappin' your kneck gets Snapped back your eyes have bled Your thinking' about a comeback But your takin' it to the head You little bastard Better watch you back Cuz we're after Your punk ass by God we're gonna jack it You're played out and small time And your show is over You're 'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover And your older ho bag sceezer In her droopy saggy skin Who thoughtshe was a model But in truth a never-has-been I'll slap that witch as if I were her pimp And my crew will attest to her fradulence |
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| 4:18 |
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I can see it now have to show you how
The funny thing is that we couldn't have it any other way Still it kills me when we say All we've been through All the congs that I've sung for you We both know I'm gonna lose you I hate to be alone There comes a time to reap what you've sewn All we've been through All the songs that I've sung for you We both know I'm gonna lose you Let's think of all the good times Instead of wish we could times So much better that way This is what I ask for This is what I deserve Be careful what you ask for |
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| 3:16 |
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You know patience pushing a dream brings my demons to life
Songs are vacations our soul salvation will you Suspend your disbelief I'd like to be the, thief That steals that jaded necklace that you're always wearing I'd take that thing and with my knive I'd start pairing so Chop chop piece piece and send it to the raiders of LA There are so many this land of plenty The things we lack straight square within our grasp Ever you do ever you think Whether you're brown or you're pink I think not thinkings better bout it When you stop to think The jaded ones will wither While the optimistic grow I settle that a bet will let a large amount So indulge me just for a minute imagine no one holdin out All trying for peace my brothers down Some others down it happens slow think you should know the direction that the world go peace They number six to make them feel like men They one up us cuz we're much to much for them OK the method to the mischeifs over there then Sike shazam we strike with the lightnin Through space we move and emit an ill tracer We're set to light your world kid we're your maker Check it our karma plus the avant garder Style of out sect wise to ways comes to wreck While the masses mill around curse in anguish 311 stompin' em down with the quickness We see all the crews that be comin' around Like a drive through Estes park you savor the sun But when the clouds come make animals |
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| 3:44 |
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Any different people can apply to drop the funk
It's not a country club review board steady talkin junk Many people would have it others go put and grab it Some trip over toots and say fuck it I'm sunk I put it in a limerick and kick the slick nick verbs I am the one who scores the herb When we're on the road P-Nut rolls it up Throw me a joint on stage what's up I will tell a cop that I know my fucking rights And we can match wits all night for real He said if I had nothing to hide Then of course I wouldn't mind if he looked through our ride Uh, no I'd really rather you didn't And no we don't have guns hidden We stood there for a while continue to decline Firmly, I didn't lose my mind I didn't let him break me he's just another human Not a bit of shame in what we were doin' that day He couldn't make us stay We had our shit together It don't matter whether We sport the dread locks or a shaved head Or if we have a sticker from the dead I said a better verse rehearsed about the roughneck curse Last week I keep an even keel and bow in place And face the music every minute Never could see my homey comin' till he passed Funky gas by my way all the day I couldn't laugh Oh by now I'm chill with it Bare ass in my face I'm ok but Chad's like "Uh-uh no he isn't" So I proceed to hear him get loose with the Fartin' all over my face sometimes my tummy He fucked with my flow although I thought it funny I probably wouldn't care if I smoked more kind bud But that wouldn't do me shit cuz then he'd fuck me more up Crazy ill and chillin' rude but I'ze a real cool dude He didn't believe the day would come when he would get his top But then one day right in front of his face I got him He looked over said "God damn get me some water" The one time I hadn't wasted till I got mine Smeared his nose with my armpit funk slime So you get it the picture just how sick we were then But before I jet "Hey yo Chad sniff my finger man" I can see a lot of people who feel like I do I can see a lot of people who feel like I don't I go on step lightly even when I'm heavy High jump the slump open up fot eh Revy Horton Heat Sweet what am I displayin' forgot what I was saying I know I must be laying a pipe you got a gripe With the way I get high Graffix bong sing along with a cry of a Mandatory sentence for a crime with no victim When everyone knows jail terms should be picked in Order of the pain that they cause Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law Until you violate the rights of another Respect the space of your sister and your brother The war on drugs may be well intentioned But it falls fucking flat when you stop and mention The overcrowded prisons where a rapists gets paroled To make room for a dude who has sold A pound of weed to me that's a crime Here's to good people doin time y'all Bare Ass Yeah x4 |
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Long time did I run down like that
I would have three years ago-today but not now It's not like that It's all right to feel good It's all for nothing to be wrong The deepest dream that we have Could be tomorrow's song Just what did he say stop 1 and 2 and 3 Run up the hill do as you do I'm going to chill you know you really Ought to do the same They wanna bug you But I won't let them today It's a sure shot to the bomb drop Every single You know you swing it and you fling it And you make some shit up but It's just 123 |
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