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 geranuim A capital 2 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 absolutely none The truth is
what you shoot for not one Nothing brings it all together the
journeys never done I'd sing you Stormy Weather but it's been
sung so Let's have some fun Three Eleven hass grass roots 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 dow 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 peice But peace to all crews that want peace
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