Hexum, Sexton, Mahoney and Wills
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We groove so fuckin' hard it gives you the chills
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Well I've been stricken
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The bass is kickin'
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When suckers step to me, boy, I give them a lickin'
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Cosmic Utopian Thrivin' Mission, my baby
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Cosmic Utopian Thrivin' Mission, my baby
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I feel good
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Yo bad self
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Well, I am the Hexum, call me Nick
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I live by the code of cosmic
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I've come to say, we're here to stay
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Utopian way we'll play today
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We've got the drive, we are so live
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Won't take a dive, we're gonna thrive
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We got a condition called ambition
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To the cosmic utopian thrivin' mission
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Witness this, yo the pissed lyricist
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In your face celebratin' a brand new race
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We know colors are just brothers and some others
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Drive on the ginger but they failed to mention
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The consequence of no conscience
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You can't fool, I'm schoolin' you with the new school
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Now speakin on a round, step back mother fucker, I'm goin' to town
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I feel good
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Break it down
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I got one more rhyme
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Yes, the verbs I got
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They hit that spot
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The crowd is freakin'
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And bro., I'm peekin'
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When I'm on stage, you're havin' a fit
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But without my brothers, baby, I ain't shit
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[Chorus]
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C.U.T.M.
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