Lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Hexum, Doug "SA" Martinez] Ooh, you know we pepper you With a sonic assault, sidestep-a you I cannot think of a better way that we could celebrate freedom Than to 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 kibosh 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 Swede, a friend indeed He's keepin' an eye on the other guy's needs These are 311 characters, I dubbed every one The story ain't over, but my rhyme is done Dig it, it was the year that I first touched ground So I grabbed the microphone and I got down Just like James Brown, gather '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 havin' phone sex with a deaf girl No doubt we got the jams that'll smack ya I penned three books of lyrics, two for action, one for backup 'Cause I'm a cold rockin' brother, got transistor tunes And it feels real good to get close to you [Chorus: Nick Hexum & Doug "SA" Martinez] The brodel is the nazz, and the nazz knows where it's at The brodel 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 is not something that can be given; the brodel is inside you, it comes from within [Verse 2: Doug "SA" Martinez, Nick Hexum] When I feel into the sea, when the world came and kissed me Transformed my shit told the shark I was a dolphin Swam quick funny though, piranhas 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, damn, I wanna hear 'em Aquatic my way, I got soul shape Well I'm 6 foot 3 and like Muhammad Ali I float like a butterfly but sting like poison ivy Drive a '69 Lincoln, suicide doors Around the town I'm slinkin' fat subs, of course 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, smoked fish, duck, or clam chowder Chill with indica and Guinness, steer clear of white powder Run into my brother give him a pound and a yodel They know my word is bond, talkin' bout the brodels [Chorus: Nick Hexum & Doug "SA" Martinez] The brodel is the nazz, and the nazz knows where it's at The brodel 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 is not something that can be given; the brodel is inside you, it comes from within [Outro: Nick Hexum, Doug "SA" Martinez, Both] And we're fresh dude, uh, 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 like, and put it on his leg And we're fresh dude, just check my man D, he said Comin' in rough and tough, all systems are tweakin' People all over the world, they must be thinkin' All the shit that we kickin' our shoes must be stinkin'