(It's not really spanish all the waynBut it's more - afro-spanish)nn(Come on down)nn(You're listenin to the world's famous)nnBeatnuts y'allnn[Psycho Les]nThe wiggedy-wickednLes starts to rip shitnBeatnuts makin crazy noise with some hip shitn24-track, e.q.-ed to attacknPump mo' watts than any Radio ShacknBlack, I stick to bein ruff and ruggednAnti-pop, I guess I'll stay broke (Fuck it!)nA crazy hispanic, Psycho Les panicnNah, not me, I just pull the automaticnOut the knapsack, and cold point itnBlast ya, and leave your punk-ass disjointednYo, I ain't goin out like a punknNothin but fat rhymes and beats for your trunk to pumpnI make you wanna jump like Kris Krossn(Beatnuts gonna blow up!) Slow down on that Crazy HorsenMy hand's tied from the mic big holstersnI'ma jet up the block before the record shop closesnn[V.I.C.]nV.I.C., droppin styles you ain't used tanNice with the lyrics, when I produce I get loosernBeats I got plenty, they come a dime a dozennI got more beats than Puerto Ricans got cousinsnDiggin every day, I'm the breakbeat gurunI got the funky shit, ask my main man Ju-JunJump in the trunk, we Audi on a missionn(Guess where we're goin?) Philadelphia, beat-fishinnThere's always one store niggas always get stuck onnI know a lotta spots that are ain't puttin ya up onnFind your own beats, you're a real snuffalafagusnLazy muthafucka, you're always bummin off of usnYou know there's no one finernDiggin for shit from here to North CarolinanThe name is V.I.C., it's time to dilly-dallynFirst I hit Texas, then I'm goin back to Calinn[Ju-Ju]nJu-Ju, the true blue funk nigganIll with the grooves, it's the real beat-diggern(Buyin old records is a habit)nBut if I can't afford to pay, I'll bag itnYou can laugh and joke, but you'll never see me smilenRuff and rugged, kickin the hardcore freestylenFlavor-filled funk, bust the way I word itnPunks who pop junk, kid, tend to get murderednNot a violent kid, thoughnPrefer to freak the flow, check itnLoop a funky 45, and I'll wreck itnFace it, here's somethin to make you jump aroundn(Jump around!) And 'get down, get down'nHoneys always sock me tryin to get my attentionnFlexin, schemin on the carmel complexionnJu-Ju, the beat man, under God's protectionnBeatnuts makin moves like a mob connection