| Lyrics：Hexum/Martinez Music：Sexton | |
| 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 |
| Lyrics: Hexum Martinez Music: Sexton | |
| 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 | |
| Allstar 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 |
| Lyrics: Hexum Martinez Music: Sexton | |
| 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 | |
| Allstar 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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