C.U.T.M.

(álbum: Unity - 1991)

I got the funk on two
I got the funk on two
Pick it up

Hexum, Sexton, Mahoney and Wills
We groove so fucking hard it gives you the chills
Well I've been stricken
The bass is kicking
When suckers step to me, boy, I give them a licking, go

Cosmic Utopian Thriving Mission, my baby
Cosmic Utopian Thriving Mission, my baby

I feel good
Yo bad self

Well though I am the Hexum, call me Nick
And I live by the code of cosmic
I've come to say, we're here to stay
Utopian way we'll play today, yeah
We've got the drive, we are so live
Won't take a dive, we're gonna thrive
We got a condition called ambition
To the cosmic Utopian thriving mission

Cosmic Utopian Thriving Mission, my baby
Cosmic Utopian Thriving Mission, my baby

Witness this, yo the pissed lyricist
In your face celebrating a brand new race
We know colors are just brothers and some others
Drive on the ginger but they failed to mention
The consequence of no conscience
You can't fool, I'm schooling you with the new school now
Speaking on a round, step back mother fucker, I'm going to town

Cosmic Utopian Thriving Mission, my baby
Cosmic Utopian Thriving Mission, my baby

I feel good
Break it down

I got one more rhyme
Yes, the verbs I got
They hit that spot
The crowd is freaking
And bro, I'm peeking
When I'm on stage, you're having a fit
But without my brothers, baby, I ain't shit, let's go

Cosmic Utopian Thriving Mission, my baby
Cosmic Utopian Thriving Mission, my baby

Make it, make it like this
Gimme one