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311 – c.u.t.m. lyrics


hexum, s-xton, mahoney and wills
we groove so f-ckin’ hard, it gives you the chills
well, i’ve been stricken, the b-ss is kickin’
when suckers step to me, boy, i give them a lickin’, go

cosmic utopian thrivin’ mission, my baby
cosmic utopian thrivin’ mission, my baby

i feel good
yo bad self

well, i am the hexum, call me nick
i live by the code of cosmic
i’ve come to say, we’re here to stay
utopian way, we’ll play today
we’ve got the drive, we are so live
won’t take a dive, we’re gonna thrive
we got a condition called ambition
to the cosmic utopian thrivin’ mission


witness this, yo the p-ssed lyricist
in your face, celebratin’ a brand new race
we know colors are just brothers and some others
drive on the ginger but they failed to mention
the consequence of no conscience
you can’t fool, i’m schoolin’ you with the new school
now, speakin’ on a round
step back, mother f-cker, i’m goin’ to town


i feel good
break it down, i got one more rhyme
yes, the verbs i got, they hit that spot
the crowd is freakin’, and bro, i’m peekin’
when i’m on stage, you’re havin’ a fit
but without my brothers, baby, i ain’t sh-t
let’s go


(make it funky like this…)