Transistor
311

If you want more beats for your buck there's no luck
(x4)


Then there's no luck
Then again if you came for drama then I cant understand
Music critics music critics
Not afraid of a guy who'll tell you 
He's never been in a mix
Been in a mix been in a mix
We're in the grass roots so big up to your friends


Every crew, every click, & every posse
Big up to all the heads not of hypocracy


You're a transistor
Lightning resistor
Conducting to the mother star
That's what you are


Renegade sound system 311 (x4)
311 (x2)
Brother from another planet & here once again
Automatic (x2)
Quantim saints of the universe in a holographic
Cosmic remix (x2)
From the mysterios blue planet 
We can breathe anywhere
Underwater, out in space & in LA
Polluted air's no problem for these homeys


You're a transistor
Lightning resistor
Conducting to the mother star
Thats what you are