Ooh, you know we pepper you With a sonic assault sidestepin' 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 Scottish Ralston shows up if you're lucky Ad Raspler the Swede, a friend indeed He's keeping an eye on the other guy's greed 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 two for action, 1 for backup 'cause 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 Piranhas chilled and laughed at The way that I took off my polka dots on top of that The whales 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 rhythm Lover of animals, damn, I want to hear 'em Aquatic my way, I got soul shape
Well I'm 6 six foot three and like Mohamed 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 Barnum 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'