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 time 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`m a 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 remorse 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 promise 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 late 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 positively
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 hard-core rockin
Pumping the dance floor
Leave ya feet sore lookin for your Micatin
Because the mic is deadly in the mood we in
Certified not fakin coool like a Jamaican
Every time the enemy hear us they will be shakin Send " Lucky" Ringtone to your Cell