If you want more beats for you buck there's no luck (x4)
Then there's no luck
Then again if you came for drama then I can't understand a
Music critics, music critics
Not afraid of a guy who'll tell you he's never been in a mix
Been in a mix, been in a mix
We're from the grassroots so big up to out 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 three eleven (x4) Three eleven (x2)
Brothers from another planet and
Here once again Automatic (x2)
Quantum saints of the universe
In a holographic
Cosmic Remix (x2)
From the mysterious blue planet
We can breathe anywhere
Underwater, out in space, and in L.A.
Your polluted air's no problem for these homeys