Silver

By 311

On Grassroots

Released on July 12, 1994

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[Intro]

(Let him in)

Bobby, you be quiet out there

(Yeah)


[Verse 1: Nick Hexum]

Don't fear mere words 'cause if it takes a word to ruin ya

You should have already heard, you're finished through and soon you'll see

That stifling sentences is so much more suspicious

Much worse could come of that, so much more delicious

To the dastardly bastardly plans of little mice and men

Ugly rears its head, and speaks from now and then

People love to disagree, so avoid the endless bout

Make no attempt to try and suss the stupid out

But of the racist institutions simple minds belong

Not happy bein' human, no wish to get along

Little people need exclusions, sucker groups to throng

It makes them feel special, it makes them feel strong

[Hook 1: Nick Hexum, Doug "SA" Martinez]

Now I got a clique, but it's more like a family

Not an ethnic trip, more like an ethic see

I write the rhyme today, tell it to you later

Whether we're comin' in wack or what, it's a waste to be a hater

Graffiti bombs from the palms love is so strong, can't be stopped

Too long for the night it will come, shaped in the form of

Mars that stone afar, ghetto cool, oh well, now you

Feel the spell, the rule color rocks the bell


[Verse 2: Doug "SA" Martinez]

The king of swing rise to the top

The rhythm possessed in ya, and it don't stop

The mise is broken, the demon locin'

Droppin' the bomb and all that is left is the smokin'

Cloakin', chokin', the lyrics are spoken

Infrared vision, scopin' condition

Now breakin' 'em all to pieces like a sly rap bandit

With a fly Liu Kang kick in Mortal Kombat and I land it

[Hook 2: Doug "SA" Martinez, Nick Hexum]

So get your own back when I jam it

Cold and hearin' about you rhyme style been outmoded

The dopest flow upon the planet dope

Is the word, the bro, throw up on the down low, goddamnit

You juice your fuckin' friends like Dracula

But when we kick you out you're just brokula

You left a big surprise from Pacific Bell

Called all your relatives and your friends in Hell


[Bridge: Nick Hexum]

Now let me tell you sonny, you fuckin' piece of shit

You'll never have no money, now tell me was it worth it?

You leave a trail of lies, that's why you keep movin'

We won't come after you, we'd only end up provin'

In the end, revenge send zen to the defendant

I know that statement's true, I wear it like a pendant

I know you'll hear this song and so I think it's funny

The name is Terrence Henry, thief of trust and money


[Outro 1: Doug "SA" Martinez]

Like Captain Picard we come hard in light years

Our star has long bust but now reappears

In your sky at night rising and immense

Yes, yes, you see ourselves in the shine of it

And so passing under the dome of the great sky

Beware, we are the star, Holmes, that you ruled by

Where death is reborn into the world is a gift

So the future with no voice of its own will uplift

[Outro 2: Doug "SA" Martinez, Nick Hexum, Both]

All is gone, all is calm y'all

All is gone, all is calm y'all

All is gone, all is calm y'all

All is gone, all is calm y'all

All is gone, all is calm y'all (Set wrecked in LA, yo)

All is gone, all is calm y'all (In the Wetlands of New York)

All is gone, all is calm y'all (Atlanta and Phoenix)

All is gone, all is calm y'all (Portland, Lincoln and NO, woo!)