Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Nutsymptom’ by 311. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 311 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
The cold funk has you sunk feel the mids pump
Blessed are those who erupt when we turn up
Right now we corrupt
Cons the shades we don in the neon night
We’re gonna feed on the mics and blast through a pipe
I gotta cool capability to toast and ill
Yo my daddy told me,”Hey son you must act chill”
Alien rough, my galaxy is tough
Here comes the bang of a hip hop thing that we bring and swing
Men from Mars ain’t ever gonna hang
With dope Buddha’s come to the stage we are attackin’
Space a**a**in’, naked live and never slackin’
Come a day on the way enter on S A
Amplified form, another world far away
I got the pang of a gang and I come from the Southside
Here’s the thing that I bring and I promise to come live
While the ma**es, pa**es upon their f***in’ a**es
And if you don’t see, get gla**es
That is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb
The motherf***er is no scrub
I said,”The man is the kind with the one that I call Brine Shrimp”
We never ever do skimp, I limp on stage in a huff
Like magic dragon I puff on the stuff of a Humbolt cone
Then I’m stoned, watch out!
Smoke the weed that come from Northern California
No, I do no Cocaine that come from Columbia
That the thing that mash up your nature
Mess up your body and mash up your culture
Take a tip from the the flipped script of Daddy Freddy
I give complete props to the one that rocks steady
With the Devil, and goes on and on and on
And turn out the dope s*** like the one that’s called
Pawn Shop Press, yes it’s on, what’s up?
Peanut, change it up, what’s up on your mind?
Watch out!