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 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 thing 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 thing that I bring and I promise to come live      While the masses, passes upon their fuckin' asses   And if you don't see, get glasses   That is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb   The motherfucker is no scrub   I said,"The man is the kind with the one that I call Brine Shrimp"   We never ever do skimp, I limp on 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   No, I do no Cocaine that come from Columbia   That the thing that mash up your nature   Mess 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 the Devil, 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?   Peanut, change it up, what's up on your mind?   Watch out!