Hey people , sir Silas reached out , he responded to our Ode
Hey Ric son of a gun, you sang to a gong, the saxophone pundit, incredisoul
culprit, uncanny exorcist, casting out spirit of boredom with spirit and bourbon,
but we never recorded it, shame on u shame on me, we was all about the profit, mother never found it, the blunt in your panties, we mustn't get far we was joined by the soul
I remember you being the good boy me being the rude boy, but you ruled and I wanted to be you, but I was cool and you wanted to be cool, the beginning of a salient nerve wrecking, heart wrenching , ass throwing blunt blowing, rhyme flowing, swag glowing, mind blowing brotherhood... We were so in love
On your feet bruv, strap up, get your bully on, my bike coming to town tonight, explosive reunion.