Songtexte: 311. Music. Fat Chance.

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Na, na, na na na na, get up!
(mumbling)
Freak y'all, (i'm gonna peak y'all?)
(mumbling)

I've seen the devil and the devil is coke
I'm not down with that cuz it ain't a f---in joke
trip the shrooms fantastic, shit gets drastic
I didn't believe (a word?)

Can you hear this, can you hear it, (thaw?)
makin' music, soothin' your system
come on now, come on now
hear the beat so sweet I (shouldn't?) tell you how

Freak y'all, (i'm gonna peak y'all?)
(mumbling)
much love to my man, Stan Diamond
I'd like to say like what up, to our man, Eddie Offord
We'd like to, (mumbling)
and it goes like, and it goes like

Eddie Offord, Eddie Offord, come on
Eddie Offord, Eddie Offord, come on
Eddie Offord, Eddie Offord, come on
Eddie Offord, Eddie Offord, come on

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You know I'm ready, yes to rock steady
my name's not Betty or Teddy, but Nick
and I'm what you might call a heretic
yes, and I am from Nebraska
my girl is satisfied you can ask her
you know I've never visited Alaska
huh, where the oil was spilt
that drunken captain should be killed
for polluting the sea, an atrocity
but he still walks free, well
this one goes to all the birds that drown

F--- the bullshit it's time to throw down
f--- the bullshit it's time to throw down
f--- the bullshit it's time to throw down
f--- the bullshit it's time to throw down

(Hey Holmes)
just f--- the bullshit to many damn fears and panic
and it's time to throw down so I said it words of wisdom
that will keep you guessing cause I'm tired of laying and
I'm tired of messing around
With all those suckers yes, stupid mother f---ers
who put down what we do
we stand alone with the group that's new
if I was a dwarf I'd surely be Dopey
I'm a stoned wheat thin, you can not cope G
kick in the teeth a condescending frown

F--- the bullshit it's time to throw down
f--- the bullshit it's time to throw down
f--- the bullshit it's time to throw down
f--- the bullshit it's time to throw down

Yeah, right about now I'd like to turn over the mic
to my man SA Martinez

I am sly in the mix I am the mix master
death and destructor, lyric conductor
rollin' with the rhythm of the rhyme I'm rollin'
cold cap the parasites when I start to spazz
Nicholas hit's hard he's got the jazz
now the b-boys rockin breakin' moves on the floor
311's stepping out have 'em yellin for more
go on hoping, I'm poetry in motion
when I fire I spray duck down I'm locin'
P-Nut, the bass storm is looming
and in your mind the rhythm is booming
P to the N to the U to the T

Just f--- the has-been's and their stupid-ass rappin'
promising bullshit you can't come through with
do it in the basement no complacent
It's time to kick the fuck in, begin to win, no sin
and then share it, declare it in the public domain, refrain

I'd be perfectly sad if rap was a fad but it's not
so I'd thought I'd come out with a shot
stupid dumb lyrics make you think I'm a clown
I don't give a f--- it's time to throw down

F--- the bullshit it's time to throw down
f--- the bullshit it's time to throw down
f--- the bullshit it's time to throw down
f--- the bullshit it's time to throw down
that's right, knockin' 'em down, nineties, all of that