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 for 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