311 - C.u.t.m. lyrics

Hexum, Sexton, Mahoney and Wills We groove so f**in' hard it gives you the chills Well I've been stricken The ba** is kickin' When s**ers step to me, boy, I give them a lickin' Chorus Cosmic Utopian Thrivin' Mission, my baby 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 Chorus 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 f**er, I'm goin' to town Chorus 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 sh** Chorus