If you want more beats for you buck there's no luck Then there's no luck Then again if you came for drama then I can't understand a Music critics Not afraid of a guy who'll tell you he's never been in a mix Been in a mix We're from the grassroots so big up to our friends Every crew, every click, and every posse Big up to all the heads not of hypocracy
You're a transistor Lightning resistor Conducting to the mother star That's what you are
Renegade sound system 311 311 Brothers from another planet and here once again Automatic Quantam saints of the universe in a holographic Cosmic remix From the mysterious blue planet We can breathe anywhere Under water, out in space, and in LA Your polluted air's no problem for these homeys
You're a transistor Lightning resistor Conducting to the mother star That's what you are
