| Lyrics: | Bastard son is in, swimin' in a sea of funk
Clear the lane, I'm gonna have to dunk ya
Up
and down like a donut in a caffeinated drink
So take the sink, I'll take ya to the
brink
Check the rugged style I flip (some versions say "bring")
If the price is right,
I'll take you on a trip
In my old school '62, two-tone white and blue
One that ya never
wanna step to
Face my baseline, feel the earth quaking
Sweat is on site at
appamatox
Mistakin' for my culture
White boys who came and tried to steal my name
But
now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun
This is for the people of the sun
It's
coming back around again
Yeah it's coming back around again
This is for the people of the
sun
Yeah
I'm not a silent one, I'm a defiant one,
Never the normal one, 'cause I'm
the bastard's son
Trip the way before the sky gives birth
And now I trip the way from
mother earth
I'm tearin' off a, big fat chunk of the funk
Clear the lane I gotta dunk,
never smoke the skunk
Or the cest
The Humboldt, the showman of the buddha
Gotta
product six shooter, so fuck the hoota
Face the baselines feel the earth quakin
Sweat is
on site at appamatox
Mistaken for my culture,
White boys who came and tried to steal my
name
But now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun!
It's coming back around
again!
This is for the people of the sun!
It's coming back around again!
Yeah it's
coming back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
For the sun |
