Bastard son is in, swimin' in a sea of funk

Clear the lane, I'm gonna have to dunk ya

Up and down like a donut in a caffeinated drink

So take the sink, I'll take ya to the brink

Check the rugged style I flip (some versions say "bring")

If the price is right, I'll take you on a trip

In my old school '62, two-tone white and blue

One that ya never wanna step to

Face my baseline, feel the earth quaking

Sweat is on site at appamatox

Mistakin' for my culture

White boys who came and tried to steal my name

But now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun

This is for the people of the sun

It's coming back around again

Yeah it's coming back around again

This is for the people of the sun

Yeah

I'm not a silent one, I'm a defiant one,

Never the normal one, 'cause I'm the bastard's son

Trip the way before the sky gives birth

And now I trip the way from mother earth

I'm tearin' off a, big fat chunk of the funk

Clear the lane I gotta dunk, never smoke the skunk

Or the cest

The Humboldt, the showman of the buddha

Gotta product six shooter, so fuck the hoota

Face the baselines feel the earth quakin

Sweat is on site at appamatox

Mistaken for my culture,

White boys who came and tried to steal my name

But now I got a gun, this is for the people of the sun!

It's coming back around again!

This is for the people of the sun!

It's coming back around again!

Yeah it's coming back around again!

This is for the people of the sun!

For the sun