Brodels Lyrics - 311 - 311

Ooh, you know we pepper you 

With a sonic assault sidestepin' 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 Swede, a friend indeed 

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 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 having 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, 1 for backup 

'cause 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 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 want to hear 'em 

Aquatic my way, I got soul shape 

Well I'm 6 six foot three and like Mohamed Ali 

I float like a butterfly and 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, smoked fish, duck, or clam chowder 

Chill with Indica and Guinness 

Steer clear of white powder 

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 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 

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 shit that we kickin', our shoes must be stinkin'