Nutsymtom - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Doug "SA" Martinez]

The cold funk has you sunk feel the mids pump blessed

Are those who erupt when we turn up, right now we corrupt

Cons, the shades we don in the neon night

We're gonna feed on the mic and blast through a pipe

I got a cool capability to toast and ill

Yo, my daddy told me, "Hey son, you must act chill"

Alien rough my galaxy is tough

Here comes the bang of a hip-hop thang that we brang and swang

Men from Mars ain't ever gonna hang

With dope Buddhas we come to the stage we are attackin'

Space assassin naked live and never slackin'

Come a day on the way enter one SA

Amplified from another world far away

I got the pang of a gang and I come from the Southside

Here's the thing that I bring and I promise to come live

While the masses passes upon their fucking asses

And if you don't see get glasses

That is a shout out to the words of Curt Grubb

The motherfucker is no scrub, I said the man is the kind

With the one that I call Brine Shrimp

We never ever do skimp, I limp on stage in a huff

Like magic dragon on puff on the stuff of a Humboldt cone

Then I'm stoned, watch out

Smoke the weed that come from Northern California

Not do no cocaine that come from Colombia

That the thing that mash up your nature

Mash up your body and mash up your culture

Take a tip from the flipped script of Daddy Freddy

I give complete props to the one that rocks steady

With dexterity that goes on and on and on

And turn out the dope shit like the one they call

Pawn Shop Press yes, it's on, what's up

P-Nut change it up, one time from your mind, watch out