| Yo Aladdin, make sure my microphone is on No wait a minute — hm-hm, now let me check my tone |
| Well, if it ain’t nothin but a funky song, I’m in it to win it Properly fitted, so let’s get with it My lyrical format breaks and bends the rules |
| For those of you who wanna battle my crew |
| I come from the family down with Priority |
| Peace to N.W.A and Eazy-E |
| And to the homies everywhere that’s down with Low Pro |
| Y’all want funk? Yo, yo, now here we go Can I come on, or should I come off smooth and dope? |
| Spectacular to make a amateur choke |
| You see, it’s gotta be funky, doper than the average funk song |
| That’s why I didn’t come off strong |
| I chose a laid back jack and watched the others swoop and holler |
| They try to kick funk, but yo, why did they bother |
| This is pure funk, so y’all sing along |
| Funk — the word for the day that I speak upon |
| It’s like a drug, you could say that I’m sprung |
| Every time that I speak I pertain to a funky crowd |
| Turn up the radio, make sure that it’s loud |
| The woofers are bumpin, the tweeders and tweetin, the bass is kickin' |
| Doub’s about to start the rippin' |
| All these MC’s sound alike screamin off of funky tracks |
| Got the nerve to put the garbage on wax |
| Artificial MC’s, I break em with ease, they get dunked |
| They all lack the true meanin' of funk |
| A street hardcore sample with a positive tip |
| This here is so funky, all I need is a mothership |
| A pair of twelves and a mic in my hand, see |
| So I can get busy for those down with me Have you yellin' my name while I pertain to the brain |
| Cause when it comes to funk, I’m leavin permanent stains |
| So change arrange and yo, I ain’t a new jack, gee |
| Aladdin gave me the mic, so I could speak my piece |
| Funk, the universal language, now can you swing it? |
| Some tried, but came softer than a Danish |
| Dunkenhein rappers is soft, they can’t compete |
| Now here’s a dope record tooken out of the backstreets |
| Y’all know the words, so yo, sing along |
| So now we come to the final verse of the song |
| I came to short-circuit, so go and clap along |
| Wave your hands in the air while you shout and go off |
| But keep away from the stage, because you might get tossed |
| Yo, now here’s somethin that I know that you like |
| Somethin funky, but yet though, it’s gotta be hype |
| So sing along, even though when I’m gone |
| Peace |