Lyrics:

People sing about the coming of spring

But what is comin' down around it's snow or it's rain

It's insane and i'm still in the same gang

The way the weather act's it's a shame ok

Badder behavior in our shit is flavor

Grandiose endeavors yes the quest is greater

Make no mistake i know the time and i wake

I slip only when p-nut gets me baked from that shake



Yeah you can't fuck with this

You're walter middy don't take it as a dis

But the fantasy has got to end this minute

I had a fucking dream and yo now i'm in it

I've been at many function but i know i'm about the function

If someone brings you down keep punching

We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid

But where we at now - solid



I concur time it slurs and it blurs

The vision like a drug and yo it's the word

How absurd deliver us from nerds

And funky 40 oz glass littered curbs

Soon the church pitted bell will clang

Boys on the corner mack with slang play a dice game

When i walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na



Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it

Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket

If your feelin' sick rub it on with vicks

'N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix



Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it

Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket

If your feelin' sick we got the elixir

Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer

Late night radio players late night airwave invaders

Yeah we got the force late night radio



Zooma zooma zooma yeah we got the boom

Blowin' up the spot so so give us room

We prowl sometimes we howl hysterical

When we take the stage see a miracle

I realize today nothing is more vestigial

Than the young space walkin' individual

For years and years bubbling up with soul power

To detonate this planet or reach another



Yeah we take it up a notch

We diggin' the shit so deep like ralston digs scotch

Botch this and i'll regret it no that's not what i'm saying

Remember this instead i'm staying

We played in a little house where conditions got squalid

But where we at now - solid

We hauled a van with a rv that was a bad call

It all went up in flames but i haven't seen it all



Homey steps to me and say hey where ya goin'

Oh just headin' back to where i done my growin'

If you must go somewhere over the rainbow

The adventures of a cosmic hero

From planet to planet my tags a crater

If you're not in the future you're not here either

Labeled psychedelic we can play disco

When the going gets weird you know the weird turn pro



Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it

Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket

If your feelin' sick rub it on with vicks

'N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix



Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it

Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket

If your feelin' sick we got the elixir

Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer

Late night radio players late night airwave invaders

Yeah we got the force late night radio