| 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' |
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