311 ("three eleven") je americká rocková kapela z Nebrasky. Jejich hudba zahrnuje několik stylů od rapu, punk rocku, ska a funku.
Píseň: Homebrew
- Interpret:
- 311
- Album:
- Teenieweenie
Now I know, fools get their own when they chit chat Haven't heard yet but you can bet I'm not with that With that talk with the digi walk I stalk a bird you heard absurd word to the Fact I'm a cat nippin sippin on the flask Passin it talking shit but only if your ass In front of me cause you could run from me but In the end revenge send ends to the defendant I can't get get caught in the spiral cause every bit of energy It goes to my survival out my way I'm a flicka flacka blotter ya try to find a weakness But the shit keeps gettin harder Fourth of July with Lucy in Sky I remember pine trees and the coat of many colors I was nineteen I'd do anything Shit like that now scares me but I'd like to do it again It was Independence day I've seen the other side and I say I've been insane And I won't ever be the same Cuz we flow we must be fly First to flow Nickel my brother, so wise And then I rise Here's an ill kid pimpin' cuz he is so slick Step's from darkness his body electric A drone buzzes the air a cracklin' tone Then boomin' like thunder in a cosmic jungle Deathe defyin; like Knievel he weeble Words that will wobble awkward and evil Cuz he flow and rock the hardest of the crowds A marvel pow how you like me now I've returned the kiss of death the last Damien From the abyss fresh eternal alien Now famished from pathless way I ma, do damage To the wack MC's I know you can't stand this Right about now get down I'm the annihilator Rockin with the rhythm of my rhyme detonator