[Verse 1: Nick Hexum, Doug "SA" Martinez]
Ooh, you know we pepper you
With a sonic assault, sidestep-a you
I cannot think of a better way that we could celebrate freedom
Than to 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 kibosh 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 keepin' an eye on the other guy's needs
These are 311 characters, I dubbed every one
The story ain't over, but my rhyme is done
Dig it, 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 havin' 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, one for backup
'Cause I'm a cold rockin' brother, got transistor tunes
And it feels real good to get close to you
[Chorus: Nick Hexum & Doug "SA" Martinez]
The brodel is the nazz, and the nazz knows where it's at
The brodel 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 is not something that can be given; the brodel is inside you, it comes from within
[Verse 2: Doug "SA" Martinez, Nick Hexum]
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 wanna hear 'em
Aquatic my way, I got soul shape
Well I'm 6 foot 3 and like Muhammad Ali
I float like a butterfly but sting like poison ivy
Drive a '69 Lincoln, suicide doors
Around the town I'm slinkin' fat subs, of course
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
Run into my brother give him a pound and a yodel
They know my word is bond, talkin' bout the brodels
[Chorus: Nick Hexum & Doug "SA" Martinez]
The brodel is the nazz, and the nazz knows where it's at
The brodel 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 is not something that can be given; the brodel is inside you, it comes from within
[Outro: Nick Hexum, Doug "SA" Martinez, Both]
And we're fresh dude, uh, 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 like, and put it on his leg
And we're fresh dude, just check my man D, he said
Comin' in rough and tough, all systems are tweakin'
People all over the world, they must be thinkin'
All the shit that we kickin' our shoes must be stinkin'
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