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C.U.T.M.

Hexum, Sexton, Mahoney and Wills

We groove so fuckin' hard it gives you the chills

Well I've been stricken

The bass is kickin'

When suckers step to me, boy, I give them a lickin'

Cosmic Utopian Thrivin' Mission, my baby

I feel good

Yo bad self

Well, I am the Hexum, call me Nick

I live by the code of cosmic

I've come to say, we're here to stay

Utopian way we'll play today

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 thrivin' mission

Cosmic Utopian Thrivin' Mission, my baby

Witness this, yo the pissed lyricist

In your face celebratin' 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 schoolin' you with the new school

Now speakin on a round, step back mother fucker, I'm goin' to town

Cosmic Utopian Thrivin' 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 freakin'

And bro., I'm peekin'

When I'm on stage, you're havin' a fit

But without my brothers, baby, I ain't shit