Ooh you know we pepper you. With a sonic assault side step a 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. Scotish ralston shows up if you're lucky. Ad raspler the sweed a friend in deed. He's keeping an eye on the other guy's gred. 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 2 for action 1 for backup. 'Cuz 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. Parranahs chilled and laughed at. The way that I took off my polka dots on top of that. The wales 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 rythm. Lover of animals damn I wanna hear 'em. Aquatic my way I got soul shape. Well I'm 6 foot 3 and like Mohammed 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 Baarnum 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'.