Silver 311
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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
(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
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