Grassroots Lyrics
  • Homebrew
    Music: Mahoney/Hexum/Wills/Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    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 struck a bird, you heard, absurd, word to the fact
    I’m a cat, nippin’, sippin’ on the flask
    Passin’ it, talkin’ shit, but only if you’re an ass
    In front of me cuz you could run from me but
    In the end, revenge send ends to the defendant
    I can’t get caught in the spiral
    Cuz 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
    Oh, I’ve been insane
    And I won’t ever be the same

    Cuz we flow we must be fly
    First to flow, Nick, oh my brother, so wise
    And then I rise
    Here’s an ill kid pimpin’ cuz he is so slick
    Steps from darkness, his body electric
    A drone buzzes the air, a cracklin’ tone
    Then boomin’ like thunder in a cosmic jungle
    Death defyin’ like Evil Knievel
    Words that will wobble awkwards 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, a fresh eternal alien
    Now famished from pathless ways, I’ma do damage
    To the wack MCs, I know you can’t stand this
    Right about now, get down, I’m the annihilator
    Rockin’ with the rhythm of my rhyme detonator

    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
    Oh, I’ve been insane
    And I won’t ever be the same


    Lucky
    Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    I’m taking it 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 world 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 flyguy
    You know I’m smoother
    Of course no remorse is left 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 you’re fucked up in the head
    Just get him out of here, get him out of here
    Get him out of here, yes, he’s making me sick
    We push a sucker out, with much force and much clout
    Didn’t want to do it, that’s not what we’re 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 girl that makes me feel good
    And never do I leave misunderstood

    Aw, yeah, can you feel it
    I know you feel good too
    You got a choice of what you’re gonna do
    It’s like this, that
    Earth is where it’s at
    Mix a melody with some backchat
    Tell ’em again, can you feel it
    I know you feel good too
    You got a choice of what you’re gonna do
    It’s like this, that
    Earth is where it’s at
    Mix a melody with some backchat

    I’m rollin’ slow no particular place to go
    So nothing changed the more things stay the same
    The more it doesn’t matter to a latter day St. Bernard
    Acting hard but I throw down like a crazy retard
    But what could make a man wanna walk around the schoolyard with his tool hard
    And what could make the switch to call a girl a bitch
    It probably happened when you first started rappin’
    And when you know that you were stuck with Beavis
    Now 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

    Come on, every night yeah we turnin’ up
    And comin’ off live like a final 311 battle breaking idols
    On the one you never heard before
    You know the hard-core rockin’ pumpin’ the dance floor
    Leave ya feet sore looking for your Micatin
    You know the mic is deadly in the mood we into
    Certified not fakin’, cool like a Jamaican
    Every time the enemy hear us they will be shakin’

    Damn
    I know you feel good too
    You got a choice of what you’re gonna do
    It’s like this, that
    Earth is where it’s at
    Mix a melody with some backchat
    Tell ’em again, damn
    I know you feel good too
    You got a choice of what you’re gonna do
    It’s like this, that
    Earth is where it’s at
    Mix a melody with some backchat


    Nutsymptom
    Music: Mahoney/Sexton/Hexum/Wills; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    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 mic and blast through a pipe
    I got a 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 brang and swang
    Men from Mars ain’t ever gonna hang
    With dope Buddha’s we come to the stage we are attackin’
    Space assassin naked live and never slackin’
    Come a day on the way enter one S.A.
    Amplified from 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 fucking asses
    And if you don’t see get glasses
    That is a shout 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 on puff on the stuff of a Humbot cone
    Then I’m stoned watch out
    Smoke the weed that come from Northern California
    Don’t do no cocaine that come from Colombia
    That the thing that mash up your nature
    Mash up your body and mash up your culture
    Take a tip from the flipped script of Daddy Freddy
    I give complete props to the one that rocks steady
    With dexterity that goes on and on and on
    And turn out the dope shit like the one they call
    Pawn Shop Press yes, it’s on, what’s up
    P-Nut change it up, one time from your mind, watch out


    8:16 A.M
    Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum

    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
    Cryptical 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 younger 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 ourselves 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


    Omaha Stylee
    Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    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 vibes 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 dancehall since 1988
    Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state
    Still we’re down like that,
    Still we’re down like that,
    Still we’re down like that,
    Makin the funk that smells of skunk
    (repeat)

    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

    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 dancehall since 1988
    Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state
    Still we’re down like that,
    Still we’re down like that,
    Still we’re down like that,
    Makin the funk that smells of skunk

    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 will 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


    Applied Science
    Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Nod your head to this as a lot of apprentice
    Some of this we’re standing on the shoulders of giants
    Some tyrants some benevolent
    To the followers it’s relevant
    The rest get bent on lending opinions
    I’m ascending to a brand new level I revel in completion
    I like to see deletion of a parasite uh
    To make the low flight
    Fools know rules but the rest keep bouncing back
    With the lack of further adieu see
    As one can deduce we kick out the jams
    Slamin’ shit out hard and long
    Cuz we got more song, dig, check it

    Something you might like now
    All-star bound yeah your so sound
    Cool as the blue water all around
    From a force field flashing somebody is 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 break beats 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 is all that feels good
    Sometime the only thing that really ever could
    Feed that hunger I crave it I love it I gave it
    I shoved it in a battery and saved it for later
    A waiter in the Dorothy C. Pavilion in ’89
    I met some weirdos and had myself a real good time
    Downtown L.A. is a soul graveyard
    Where you gotta be hard or get jacked
    It lacked a certain sense of something something basic
    No karma in the 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 y’all

    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
    You’re slippin’ but content because your spirit
    And hills are alive with the sound of music

    People never see the whole trip of life
    Grab knowledge man and all you do is sigh


    Taiyed
    Music: Mahoney/Wills; Lyrics: Martinez

    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 hereafter 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 hereafter


    Silver
    Music: Mahoney/Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    Don’t fear mere words cuz if it takes a word to ruin ya
    You should have already heard you’re finished through
    And soon you see that stifling sentences is so much more suspicious
    Much worse could come of that
    So much more delicious
    To the dastardly bastardly 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 clique 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 we’re 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 rule color rocks the bell, the king of swing rise to the top
    The rhythm possessed in ya and it don’t stop
    The mise is broken, the demon locin’
    Droppin’ 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
    With a fly Lu Kang kick in Mortal Kombat 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 goddamnit

    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 sonny 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 and so I think it’s funny
    The name is Terrence Henry, thief of 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 is 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,
    All is gone, all is calm y’all,
    All is gone, all is calm y’all, (set wrecked in L.A. y’all)
    All is gone, all is calm y’all, (In the Wetlands of New York)
    All is gone, all is calm y’all, (Atlanta and Phoenix)
    All is gone, all is calm y’all (Portland, Lincoln and N.O.)


    Grassroots
    Music: Hexum/Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum

    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 meaningful shit comes back, back to where it started
    In your cranium surrounded by pot like a geranium
    A capital two 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 to absolutes and there’s absolutely none
    The truth is what you shoot for not one
    Nothing brings it all together, the journeys never done
    I’d be in stormy weather but it’s been sung
    So let’s have some fun
    Three eleven has grassroots come on now
    Three eleven has grassroots, true
    Three eleven has grassroots for your momma
    Three eleven has grassroots

    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 down 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 piece
    But peace to all crews that want peace, check it out

    I look to absolutes and there’s absolutely none
    The truth is what you shoot for not one
    Nothing brings it all together, the journeys never done
    I’d be in stormy weather but it’s been sung
    So let’s have some fun
    Three eleven has grassroots come on now
    Three eleven has grassroots, true
    Three eleven has grassroots for your momma
    Three eleven has grassroots

    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


    Salsa
    Music: Hexum/Mahoney/Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    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’re feeling famished for a 311 sandwich
    Not the wack DJ’s that I’m a damage
    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 in the 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 tongue lickin’ up my tongue
    Your radio pickin’ up a smokey jazz love song
    Madness becomes you even though your
    Livin’ life it’s hard to exist if 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 dancer 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 girl 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 nose is bled
    Your thinkin’ this is your comeback
    But your takin’ ’em 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 journey is 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 thought she was a model
    But in truth a never-has-been
    You both are fools
    You and your cheap rooms too
    The cigar biting your lips the way love use to


    Lose
    Music: Hexum; Lyrics: Hexum

    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 songs 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

    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


    Six
    Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    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, yo
    I’d take that thing and with my knife I’d start paring 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 thinking’s better ’bout it when you stop to think
    The jaded ones will wither while the optimistic grow
    I settle that a bet’ll 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

    The number six to make them feel like men
    They one up us cuz we’re much too much for them, ok
    The method to the mischief’s over there then
    Psych, 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 our sect, wise to ways comes to wreck

    Ever you do, ever you think
    Whether you’re brown or you’re pink
    I think not thinking’s better ’bout it when you stop to think
    The jaded ones will wither while the optomistic grow
    I settle that a bet will get our sweet-ass style down

    While the masses mill around curse in anguish
    311 stompin’ ’em down with the quickness
    We see all the crews that be comin’ around now
    Makin’ they notes to get our sweet-ass style down

    Fending off the foes that try to shut us down
    Like the warrior souls we are we never give in
    What we call is dope, we know will come around
    Chill in southern Cali, y’all, that’s how we livin’

    We spend our lives learning
    If you like learning, life is large
    It could never be only the ups
    And the downs will always come around, yeah yeah
    Like a drive through Estes park, you savor the sun
    But when the clouds come, make animals


    Offbeat Bare-Ass
    Music: Sexton/Hexum/Wills; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

    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 for the 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
    Bareass, yeah
    Bareass, yeah
    Bareass, yeah
    Bareass, yeah


    1,2,3
    Music: Hexum/Sexton; Lyrics: Hexum

    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

    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 day
    You know you swing it and you fling it
    And you make some shit up but It’s just 1,2,3 oh
    And you don’t stop
    What you need guaranteed
    The deepest dream we have could be