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        I flip when I kick it trippin it
    So I can check shit not in a daily style
    But once in every while so I can
    File check file check the files of my brain
    Many of meaning manage to come from the insane
    And the butcher the baker the fabulous drama maker
    A cracker on a truck goin' breaker breaker
    Listen to everyone then disregard it
    The maningful shit comes back back to where it started
    In your cranium surrounded by pot like a geranuim
    A capital 2 burns in my mind give me some peace
    I looked at her I looked at him and neither one did know
    Where the wild thoughts grow check it out

    I look to absolutes and there absolutely none
    The truth is what you shoot for not one
    Nothing brings it all together the journeys never done
    I'd sing you Stormy Weather but it's been sung so
    Let's have some fun
    Three Eleven hass grass roots
    Challenge comes and goes and there will be another
    I say bring it on
    The roots that grow underground are as big as the tree
    That you see if not it will fall down
    We waste so many moments standing on convention
    The only survey is when our heart pays no attention

    Move with persistence cover much distance
    Knowing no perdition that's my game for instance
    Three Eleven true to no tradition
    And the Three Eleven crew not dow with convention
    But a hundred different people already told what we about
    So I make not attempt to try and suss the stupid out
    I'd turned into a roughneck that was not my intention
    It doesn't even really matter unless I fail to mention that
    Peace to all crews that want some peace
    First the Mid then the West then we slide through the East
    A piece to any crew that want a peice
    But peace to all crews that want peace
    Check it out

    I look to absolutes and there absolutely none
    The truth is what you shoot for not one
    Nothing brings it all together the journeys never done
    I'd sing you Stormy Weather but it's been sung so
    Let's have some fun
    Three Eleven hass grass roots
    Challenge comes and goes and there will be another
    I say bring it on
    The roots that grow underground are as big as the tree
    That you see if not it will fall down
    We waste so many moments standing on convention
    The only survey is when our heart pays no attention
     
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