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311 – Brodels
Album: “311″
Ooh you know we pepper you
With a sonic assault side step a you I cannot think of a better way
That we could celebrate freedom
Than 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 cabash 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 sweed a friend in deed
He’s keeping an eye on the other guy’s greed
These are 311 characters I dubbed everyone
The story ain’t over but my rhyme is done
It was the year that I first touched ground
So I grabbed the microphone and I got down
Just like James Browngather 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 having phone s*x with a deaf girl
No doubt we got the jams that’ll smack ya I penned three books of  lyrics
2 for action 1 for backup
‘Cuz I’m a cold rockin’ brother got transistor tunes
And it feels real good to get close to you
The brodels is the nazz and the nazz knows where it’s at
The brodels 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 not something that can be given
The brodel is inside you it comes from within
When I feel into the sea
When the world came and kissed me
Transformed my s**t told the shark I was a dolphin
Swam quick funny though
Pirranahs 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 d**n I wanna hear ‘em
Aquatic my way I got soul shape
Well I’m 6 foot 3 and like Mohammed Ali I float like a butterfly
but sting like poison ivy
Drive a 69 lincoln suicide doors
Around the town I’m slinking fat subs of course
We’re 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,
smokedfish, duck, or clam chowder
Chill with indica and
Guinness Steer clear of whitepowder I run into my brother give him a pound
and a yodel
They know my word is bond talkin’ bout the brodels
The brodels is the nazz and the nazz knows whereit’s at
The brodels 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 not something that can be given
The brodel is inside you it comes from within
And we’re fresh dude 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 likes and put it on his leg
And we’re fresh dude just check my man D he said
Comin’ in ruff and tuff all systems are tweakin’
People all over the world they must be thinkin’
All the s**t that we kickin’ our shoes must be stinkin’
311 – Taiyed
Album: “Grassroots”
Returning from the water cold alive and shining
Rock a mic in the afterlife while your moon is rising
Heatin’ up forcing steam whirling to be seen
The dark held stars are the frost of my breathing
Swimming through the darkness I’m a ghostly shark
Developing like a photograph slowly in the dark
The hearafter the action the main attraction
One love in all of this that I’m going after
Now there’s fire inside but black space surrounds you
You think “Where oh where am I”
but even your light continues
See through us see a soul we have not yet
Learned to harness see the next world inside it
We are the people of skin who left water
Inside the dark womb inside of our mother
Prone to the beat and vibe of our tribe
We catch the drift and ride moving tides
Out from a love that will keep on burning
Now see yourself to the next world returning
This life an old place we face to live again
What is it to understand the heareafter
311 – Omaha Stylee
Album: “Grassroots”
In a minute everything you have can all be straight gone
In a minute things you though were tied can come straight undone
How about some knocks on wood some so far it’s so good any day
What you think is solid earth can jump up and spread out
To the north and south that’s what plates are about
Nature has no conscience no kindness or ill will
The dreams they had make me sad because of the vides of them
When one girl dreamt a fire in hers and then it happened
To me and my family my bro’s and I were driving
The RV bleeding flames us leaping through fire surviving
Zoned with no home there was fire all on it
Umm let me have my life I want it
I’m gonna let you know that I said
We’re coming in kill we’re coming chill
We’ve comin in how we will
Gone to tell the whole world what’s the deal
And I say know no critical boarder cuz
We do what we want
Got more funky styles that my laser jet got font
Not one to get over sounding like the norm
Friendly to the radio all that s**t is corn
All we coming with is a little bit of swing
And we go on like it ain’t no thing
Omaha stylee did not think there was one
Where you know the radios weak and the shows are more fun
But you know we f**k up the dance since 1988
Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state
Still we’re down like that [x3]
Makin the funk that smells of skunk
Such occasions occur back in the day
It begins you’re a raw kid all the way
Son of a gun but they you drifted
All are endowed but few are gifted
At the break of dawn behaving like a spy
Lampin in the light the cold world awakens
Deeper is the light to open up the sky
Look into my eyes see the dialatin’
Omaha Stylee is the s**t we come with man
Embedded in out souls it breathes out from this band
We always knew that we could
Thank you if you too felt we would
We will arise explore these worlds and find the grass roots
How to crew to do the grinding of the grounds to brew
My dude on the one come off like Teflon
Rock your s**t and you will rise on
If you’re a farmer outstanding in your field say
Do as you eill do as you wish follow your bliss say
We travel round the world giving it our best
Like to see the people dancing and bouncing and the rest
The hammer and the chisel and the rule it compass
We forged the sword chariots of war our battle axe
There’s much power in anger but loves a bigger banger
Complete props to my crew this is what we do
311 – Nutsymptom
Album: “Grassroots”
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 mics and blast through a pipe
I gotta feed on the mics and blast through a pipe
I gotta 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 bring and swing
Men from Mars aint ever gonna hang
With dope Buddha’s come to the stage we are attackin
Space assassin naked live and never slackin
Come a day on the way enter on S.A.
Amplified form another world far away
I got the pang of a gang and I come from the Southside
Here’s the thang that I bring and I promise to come live
While the masses passes upon there f**king a*ses
And if you don’t see get glasses
That is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb
The motherf**ker is not scrub I said the man is the kind
With the one that I call Brine Shrimp
We never ever do skimp I limp on a stage in a huff
Like magic dragon I puff on the stuff of a Humbolt cone
Then I’m stonded watch out
Smoke the weed that come from Northern California
Don’t do no c*caine that come from Columbia
That the thing that mash up your nature
Mash up your body and mash up your culture
Take a tip from the the flipped script of Daddy Freddy
I give complete props to the one that rocks steady
With dexterity and goes on and on and on
And turn out the dope s**t like the one that’s called
Pawn Shop Press yes it’s on what’s up
P-Nut change it up