Nasty Nug: oh summer in the city weather's feelin pretty west palm beach, yeah believe me it ain't shitty funk vibes strollin through the streets and clouds to the land of the sand, no kooks allowed, feel me yeah we comin from a different extension a brobrah journey to a sonic dimension directions please i'm searchin for the story of the seas trees blow you up, now they got you on your knees damn, pick yourself up off the ground one thing it is to see but it ain't shit without sound so please cop a pound of my dankest so i can stick you up in the ally i will leave you with my thankest of thank yous good news you'll make it don't forget your word cause i'll be back if you break it wake up best start movin with the beat cause shit gets a little crazy in that summertime heat Wang Tchung: livin in a hot town, summer in the city west palm beach, one above five sixty. we got the heat index to catch wreck in and outta cars in a quarter of a sec and i bet that i could fry green eggs on the side of the road but fuck that, man i'd rather stay home. above that i would get strapped with a snorkel and a mask not much of a task, don't even ask after blue sky hesitate to dry who's the new guy father of the day is ready to die, son, not by gun, but by axis of rotation change the station if you choose but with the heat i don't blame anyone for gettin confused dude (when these words come out, it sounds so dope) and if you don't know by now, then you're slow. EMC: yes yes yall greater numbers kickin it fresh somethin that you've come to expect especially because we three mc's co-match-n-nect with a sound so def, you'd be better of dead but enough about that see all i'm tryin to know is where the party at and can i bring a sack? back with a vengeance those that don't roll won't mention the unspeakable trifector dope lectures oh yes, we comin with that undeniable progress so please peep the message those that don't know won't get it the greater numbers crew prophetic. hotter than a comet or a bomb in the middle of the town everybody burn it down, listen to the crispin 'n you're wishin that you didn't mix in with the kids that scissor kicked you with the shit that makes you sick yes, isn't it delicious dig the heavy funk summertime skunk nuggets open up the trunk feel the fire here to take you higher.